is it?

My heart has a gun of a mixture I've betrayed myself well I decide to adore you and I'm the verse composed on fanciful line is I have no words that are broken up a paper towel be thrown a possibility I'm the verse and express Volpe that is just be recorded during craziness and I am the verse of the harmony with the turmoil of the world keeps on closing me down

I get up multiple times solid

I compose for the ones who have a heart the heaviness of gold while the world attempts to break them

it is always the good ones