words are poison
but it's the person that kills
the syllables that roll off your tongue
are the chemical spill
like music, you fill me
with every feeling there is
to feel and create pain
but your voice is the real melody
in pieces, it's not like me
but you manage to put me where
i'd never think to go
not without you
the touch i will never feel
becomes clearer in my head
and i realize that you're not the problem
my own accusations lead me on
check on me, if you ever get a chance
a moment, a minute, an eternity
draw on me, something real
cuz babe, i know you're faking it














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Owner: ~bettiepageclub~GunGirlsClub~FineArtNudes
thanks so much for reading
thanks so much for reading.
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thats right kids keep a single file line up the stairs , ignore the burning buildings, and the cry's for help and keep walking.
Idiots do have fun [link]
the battle shall begin
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