Jun 2016
I was left alone
weeping
my bones
turning to dust
you chose
to overlook me
and follow a crooked path
you are an old habit
that HAUNTS me still
just another addiction
that did me wrong
weeping
my bones
turning to dust
you chose
to overlook me
and follow a crooked path
you are an old habit
that HAUNTS me still
just another addiction
that did me wrong
(Thailand)
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