I can't take much more from you I can't cos I don't want to spiteful but a fact of life not everyone you meet is that nice When you scratch the surface below There characters emerge and paint pictures that split into fractions in front of your eyes I'm a swooning bitch and I love to be it my friends and I just love to me me meet all the time cos we think we're clever so surreal he makes us feel better we think we're so clever There characters merge and take pictures that split into fractions in front of your eyes in front of them there is nothing to behold in front of them, you can't be sure what you're dealing with and that's got to be good for you I die on the cross before I crossed you you know I'd never hurt you I'm just not that type of girl |
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