Small sentences of wathever

Walking in the primrose path, but looking for a grain of salt...
Like the sky in red, like the winter naked.
Is like if the cupid's arrow goes through your body and kill you.
So you wanna rack your brains, and stop crying.
You light a candle, the fire consuming the wax poetic, soon there's nothing.
The hot melt the butter, the butter side down drips on the fire. the fire is gone.
There's nothing.
You just wanna save yourself, and nothing else matters.
You just wanna be the best seller and let the world screwed
That's what a rapid gator say.