Misery Over Dispute

We've heard this summer it dust on.

Run fast with you in the dust in the.

We're so and a pass on the street tonight,

If I clean the sore and back

I left only enough to accept to know.

These smiles left suffer your eyes and turn,

Death with a dragging the timeline.

Choose misery over dispute.

I'm disputing,

Walked on eggshells

Just to choose misery over dispute,

Choose misery over dispute.