As if my love was wasted
Broken on the dirty floor
Tossed away by choosy arms
that clench onto nothing
My Fair Lady You know her far too well, Beautiful, with a smirk for a smile, And eyes that burn through your soul as a way to
There’s something so fascinating about the way your mind
You I like ya My mind’s polluted with thoughts
Door shuts, Back hit the wall with a force,
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