the shell in which that beautiful soul of yours is encased in is pure perfection///
so perfect in fact the rest of the world is cut off to it's own section///
and that's why my dear ,you are lonely inside , because no sane person would dare///
try standing next to, the most beautiful , and ask how they compare///
only a fool, a true buffoon, a moron's tale the sequel///
not your average idiot, but the offspring of 2 would consider themselves your equal///