My hearts a tart, your bodys rent. My bodys broken, yours is - TopicsExpress



          

My hearts a tart, your bodys rent. My bodys broken, yours is bent. Carve your name into my arm. Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed. Cuz theres nothing else to do, Every me and every you. Sucker love, a box I choose. No other box I choose to use. Another love I would abuse, No circumstances could excuse. In the shape of things to come. Too much poison come undone. Cuz theres nothing else to do, Every me and every you.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 23:14:49 +0000

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