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I guess I should feel flattered That I get it all the time But it doesn't really matter Cause I feel so dead inside I'm waiting at the station For a train that never comes And I'm cutting up his t-shirts Cause I'm bitter that he's gone But I won't cry this time Cause I'm lucky that they want me They can **** me until everything's alright And I just laugh because I'm rich Oh I'm not rich from money But I swear I'm rich from ********* that I know But I'll never tell them no, no, no. Another day, new invitation They're inviting me to bed But they can never satisfy me Too much ******** in their heads My best friend told me that he loves me But I guess he's not the one Cause I'm saving his kind heart From my weak, destructive bones. But I won't cry this time Cause I'm lucky that they lust me But it's not enough to fill the aching in my chest So I'll just laugh And I will continue dancing I'll get high from all the happiness instead Until they want my heart not what's between my legs.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Bed time invitations
I guess I should feel flattered That I get it all the time But it doesn't really matter Cause I feel so dead inside I'm waiting at the station For a train that never comes And I'm cutting up his t-shirts Cause I'm bitter that he's gone But I won't cry this time Cause I'm lucky that they want me They can **** me until everything's alright And I just laugh because I'm rich Oh I'm not rich from money But I swear I'm rich from ********* that I know But I'll never tell them no, no, no. Another day, new invitation They're inviting me to bed But they can never satisfy me Too much ******** in their heads My best friend told me that he loves me But I guess he's not the one Cause I'm saving his kind heart From my weak, destructive bones. But I won't cry this time Cause I'm lucky that they lust me But it's not enough to fill the aching in my chest So I'll just laugh And I will continue dancing I'll get high from all the happiness instead Until they want my heart not what's between my legs.
candynoire
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
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