I dont want you anymore,
This is not what i thought you had instore.
Why cant i be free,
From the person that makes you me.
You are the reason im incomplete,
The loss of order never neat.
I want my hole in the ground,
The only place i really want to be found.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 7:16 AM UTC
I dont want you anymore,
This is not what i thought you had instore.
Why cant i be free,
From the person that makes you me.
You are the reason im incomplete,
The loss of order never neat.
I want my hole in the ground,
The only place i really want to be found.
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