Sort of in a way
Where I'm not quite sure
And your hunger drives me insane
When I could starve myself the same.
I forget that you please me
In split seconds of frustration
And I wonder who you are
Like I don't already know.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Sort of in a way
Where I'm not quite sure
And your hunger drives me insane
When I could starve myself the same.
I forget that you please me
In split seconds of frustration
And I wonder who you are
Like I don't already know.
