I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. will you never call again?
Will you never call again?
sábado, 26 de diciembre de 2015
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Someday write for my...
Siempre te voy a amar. Hasta el último día de mi vida.
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