When I think of you
I think of us, when I think of us
I think of disgust
You make me hurl
Yet you make me twirl
It's an endless cycle of one-sided love
Through all the sorrow you've me drug me threw
I still find myself running back to you
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
When I think of you
I think of us, when I think of us
I think of disgust
You make me hurl
Yet you make me twirl
It's an endless cycle of one-sided love
Through all the sorrow you've me drug me threw
I still find myself running back to you
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