I can't tell how I feel
The rats are inside her again
I am a boiling kettle whistling
The blood is hot in her veins
I try to keep it in perspective
Her own fear devours her
I over achieve to balance the scales
They have nothing to be jealous of
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
I can't tell how I feel
The rats are inside her again
I am a boiling kettle whistling
The blood is hot in her veins
I try to keep it in perspective
Her own fear devours her
I over achieve to balance the scales
They have nothing to be jealous of
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