My stomach turns through your frame. The image blurs into your ugly face. Time is familiar time isn't right. To catch the angle is to skip the sides and
What they say is the boy fits the grade. To tell the truth he looked a lot like you. I don't trust what suits you fine. Stealing into other people's light
And do Houston it makes no sense. Why you think Id take offense. Don't talk it out you're good with lies. It's the past don't even try.
What they say is the boy fits the grade. To tell the truth he looked a lot like you. On the tongue I bet he feels no pain. What made you seem so perfect for me?
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
My stomach turns through your frame. The image blurs into your ugly face. Time is familiar time isn't right. To catch the angle is to skip the sides and
What they say is the boy fits the grade. To tell the truth he looked a lot like you. I don't trust what suits you fine. Stealing into other people's light
And do Houston it makes no sense. Why you think Id take offense. Don't talk it out you're good with lies. It's the past don't even try.
What they say is the boy fits the grade. To tell the truth he looked a lot like you. On the tongue I bet he feels no pain. What made you seem so perfect for me?
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