Jan 2015
I'm addicted to having my heart broken
Sometime while he's groping my chest
He rips my heart out of it
I live for being lied to
Keeping my eyes covered staying blind
As to only rely on his words
I'm crazy about being a game piece
To be handled and moved wherever he pleases
For toys are meant to be played with
Mostly though
I'm addicted to having my heart broken
Sometime while he's groping my chest
He rips my heart out of it
I live for being lied to
Keeping my eyes covered staying blind
As to only rely on his words
I'm crazy about being a game piece
To be handled and moved wherever he pleases
For toys are meant to be played with
Mostly though
I'm addicted to having my heart broken
