Dropkick they call him
This sweetheart of mine
He's useless, no future
I say give him some time
But time is dwindling for this aching soul
The need for substance to make him feel whole
Rising after noon
Impending doom
I love him I need him he'll be something... Soon
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
Dropkick they call him
This sweetheart of mine
He's useless, no future
I say give him some time
But time is dwindling for this aching soul
The need for substance to make him feel whole
Rising after noon
Impending doom
I love him I need him he'll be something... Soon
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