Sep 2015
I hope your eyes sting
And your throat is sand paper
When you think of what you did
To me
But of course you won't
Because you win
And I lose
You win her
*And I lose you.
And your throat is sand paper
When you think of what you did
To me
But of course you won't
Because you win
And I lose
You win her
*And I lose you.
Written by
Patty Nieberg
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