Song made me cry
Don’t leave me here by myself
sometimes I make fun of myself to make myself feel better
If I break myself you don’t have to
You hate me don’t you?
Last time we met I tasted your skin
You’ve been running but I don’t care
Save that shower I want you now
Call me nasty call me filthy
Do me dirty
Load up my gun
Rock me back and forth
Bang! Bang! and come
why you move so fast?
And then reply
Why you ask me something you already know?
Spread your wings and fly
I love your songs
But I’m wrong for how I feel not what I do
Till this day I could make you laugh
And It’s the cutest thing
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Sender Jeannestal
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