Dec 2014
What about all thoes times you ran your hand through my hair?
now I have to act like I don't care.
blunt and dark
a rock in my heart.
Through pity parties and costume parties
fond memories are all I hold
now I have to act like I don't care.
blunt and dark
a rock in my heart.
Through pity parties and costume parties
fond memories are all I hold
Forgive me if I've become to bold.
(America)
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