She was sad, numb, cold, and just not into my
Not my vibe reality
The first other woman I told her I love
But her warmth, I’d console her
In my image mold her
Hatch ohhh, my evilest plans to control her
But never let go, though
Keep letting her grow slow
Until she cared to join me in a stroll
Through the time flow
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
She was sad, numb, cold, and just not into my
Not my vibe reality
The first other woman I told her I love
But her warmth, I’d console her
In my image mold her
Hatch ohhh, my evilest plans to control her
But never let go, though
Keep letting her grow slow
Until she cared to join me in a stroll
Through the time flow
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