Winning

You can't say. I haven't tried to live my life as I've tried to forgive my strife.

I lay down for viva, spray sound for Shiva.

Amoeba shifting.

Lever lifting.

The teasers gifting me.

I'm listing, the knee I'm lifting as to flee the twisting.

You ain't see the missing.

View ain't be the living.

You paint me the giving, so she hates me for winning.