She was grace
But he was not.
He loved her for her face
She loved his heart, and a whole awful lot.
He was grace
She was too
He could win the race
She never knew to race, It was too new.
He broke her down
She could barely stand
He thought her cries were a musical sound.
She just wasn't in a band.
She is strong.
He is trash.
She won, in the long run.
Now he has night terrors about her, watch him at night. Watch him trash.
So goodbye, Bad Boy.
She pulls out a double barreled gun.
He played with her, But she is no toy.
Wake up, boy. This is about to get fun.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
She was grace
But he was not.
He loved her for her face
She loved his heart, and a whole awful lot.
He was grace
She was too
He could win the race
She never knew to race, It was too new.
He broke her down
She could barely stand
He thought her cries were a musical sound.
She just wasn't in a band.
She is strong.
He is trash.
She won, in the long run.
Now he has night terrors about her, watch him at night. Watch him trash.
So goodbye, Bad Boy.
She pulls out a double barreled gun.
He played with her, But she is no toy.
Wake up, boy. This is about to get fun.
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