I hear you taunting me
The bottle of pills in the drawer
The bag of grass in my purse
The line of coke on the table
The pint glass at the pub
The naked flesh in my bed
I hear you calling
The open window
Daring me to jump
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
I hear you taunting me
The bottle of pills in the drawer
The bag of grass in my purse
The line of coke on the table
The pint glass at the pub
The naked flesh in my bed
I hear you calling
The open window
Daring me to jump
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