

You're LikeYou're like bulimia; on the lips and in the minds of minors,can you be(lie)ve to the sin,and forgive the sinner? I'm awake;and in your thoughts baby the flourescent dirty movie you only wish you could watch, {Break}ing down for bursting fears,ah darling dearest,in the world of magick and murder,you speak so sweetly to my sympathy. But you're like a stroke; upon my heart,woe bring me my hope,persevere just to disapear,do you love your prince[ess] now? Wrinkle me in time; wishes for the best,and can I give my apathy to your com(passion)? Hostile tensions; wrench the gut of millions,andYou're Like
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