washing out the solitude of grace
there's nothing left but the value of your face
a wandering subject of mere confusion
forget all these holds, become an illusion
hot hot fears
i am riddled with your tears
a manipulation of the finest sort
you have ****** me in, cut my breath short
i must agree
you have handled me tenderly
when shit's been rough
you stood tall, stayed tough
but hunny you are harmful
and i've been carrying an armful
step off my merry-go-round
and find yourself some solid ground
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
washing out the solitude of grace
there's nothing left but the value of your face
a wandering subject of mere confusion
forget all these holds, become an illusion
hot hot fears
i am riddled with your tears
a manipulation of the finest sort
you have ****** me in, cut my breath short
i must agree
you have handled me tenderly
when shit's been rough
you stood tall, stayed tough
but hunny you are harmful
and i've been carrying an armful
step off my merry-go-round
and find yourself some solid ground
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