I heard its cold out, but her popsicle melts Shes in the bathroom, she pleasures herself Says Im a bad man, shes locking me out Its cause of these things, its cause of these things Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground I try to whisper, so no one figures it out Im not a bad man, Im just overwhelmed Its cause of these things, its cause of these things The crowd on the street walks slowly, dont mind the rain Lovers hold hands to numb the pain, Gripping tightly to something that they will never own And those by themselves by choice or by some reward No mistakes only now youre bored This is the time of your life but you just cant tell
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 04:54:24 +0000
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