**** is it going to come to this?
Why would I lie?
Why would I try to get past your eyes?
Please you must believe I've spoke no wrong.
You asked and I said, "I can't see how you can take what I said and mix it up"
It reflects the way you make me feel.
I was letting you in but I guess you're not ready for that.
That's my bad.
I thought you was on my level of us.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
**** is it going to come to this?
Why would I lie?
Why would I try to get past your eyes?
Please you must believe I've spoke no wrong.
You asked and I said, "I can't see how you can take what I said and mix it up"
It reflects the way you make me feel.
I was letting you in but I guess you're not ready for that.
That's my bad.
I thought you was on my level of us.
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