I let it slip
The thing that hurt me most,
And that is you.
Drunk and unashamed
I see to let it out.
I don't think about you most days
But minor days I do
Then for a while,
When I'm in this mood
All I think about is you
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
I let it slip
The thing that hurt me most,
And that is you.
Drunk and unashamed
I see to let it out.
I don't think about you most days
But minor days I do
Then for a while,
When I'm in this mood
All I think about is you
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