My wings do Cry, on some days

Pardon me, with craft, superstore
Something something is what's in store
for tu
para mi
para su.
One eight five, is alive..........
gonna realize it then,
so sad
so late
so uncontrollably blatant.
Yr a sore on my nose on my bloody, bloody nose.
Fifth grade, too late, 11th made me upstate.
And straight
till you princess car, mistake.
Once, twice...i still wallow in yr wake.
Princess car. Toyoto rojo. Listo, esperando.