Saturday, February 9, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
breathe slow
I no longer need you
One eighty with eyes filled with pride
Because I let you fuck me again
And you’ll sleep soundly
Because you got what you wanted
Then called it love
And I’ll lay here sweating
Because I need to let it out somehow
But my eyes are a river that
Dried a long time ago
I’m still trying to breathe slow
One eighty with eyes filled with pride
Because I let you fuck me again
And you’ll sleep soundly
Because you got what you wanted
Then called it love
And I’ll lay here sweating
Because I need to let it out somehow
But my eyes are a river that
Dried a long time ago
I’m still trying to breathe slow
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