one a morning,
one a night.
he said it would make my world bright.
one a morning,
one a night.
white porcelain has never looked so right.
one a morning,
one a night.
my skin has never appeared so blight.
one a morning,
one a night.
i tell myself i am alright.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
one a morning,
one a night.
he said it would make my world bright.
one a morning,
one a night.
white porcelain has never looked so right.
one a morning,
one a night.
my skin has never appeared so blight.
one a morning,
one a night.
i tell myself i am alright.
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