I live with a multitude of men,
I have a million people who say I'm a friend.
I remember a time when,
people used to not let me in,
now I hear from within,
if I was to think back then,
that I would be here in the end,
I would say you are trippin.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
I live with a multitude of men,
I have a million people who say I'm a friend.
I remember a time when,
people used to not let me in,
now I hear from within,
if I was to think back then,
that I would be here in the end,
I would say you are trippin.
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