Good god my man
Do you want me to love you?
Throw myself at the ivory base
Of your precious little pedestal?
Well good luck with that one
You sweet confused child
Who hardens the wretched knot
Forever squeezing my chest
Strangling my heart and lungs
Don't play with me any longer
I'm trying my god **** hardest
To grow my young bones up
To wake up alone and proud
To be able to turn around
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
Good god my man
Do you want me to love you?
Throw myself at the ivory base
Of your precious little pedestal?
Well good luck with that one
You sweet confused child
Who hardens the wretched knot
Forever squeezing my chest
Strangling my heart and lungs
Don't play with me any longer
I'm trying my god **** hardest
To grow my young bones up
To wake up alone and proud
To be able to turn around
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