Dec 2014
Guilty and hazy
Like I've got my hands on a colt
He made me feel crazy
He made me feel like everything was my fault
As if he were the lamb
And I were the slaughter
Like I've got my hands on a colt
He made me feel crazy
He made me feel like everything was my fault
As if he were the lamb
And I were the slaughter
(19/F/South Africa)
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