𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕


𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒖𝒑 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆

⸻ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. — 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬