So-, Fu/k! So unsure, before it's Even Heard Never confident in a single Word. This bird, expert in the absurd Number one in life that has been deferred It hurts This relentless introvert But inversión only serves to put deserving on the mind. So i keep My time, so far out of line And when the day turns light i can't help but Cry so Loudly. I slant devoutly Tell me What about me is built so wrong? There's So much passion But more i'm lacking I wish that i could But i falter on the forethought I keep on running like a chicken with it's head cut off Achromatic twisted aeronaut A birdbrain, baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down Crash into the soft ground (Foul!) Ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak (So weak) So i put My neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain!, baby, i don't think My head is coming off. Baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop... Baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop!! So-, sh/t-

I think she broke her spine

The moment I came in the game she did this pose.🤣🤣

Now she mutated