Feb 2017
Answer my tenderness
With love, not hate.
And my drunkness,
It is getting too late.
The drugs you gave
I am getting addicted.
I became your slave
This is what I predicted.
With love, not hate.
And my drunkness,
It is getting too late.
The drugs you gave
I am getting addicted.
I became your slave
This is what I predicted.
Here we go again
