And you might say the jokes on me....
You warm these bones...but they are still hollow..
So selfish, not to give me any reason to put my feet on the floor
My adoration has changed to a bitter bill I carry in my sleeve ,waiting for the perfect hour to slip it under your door. Fuck you, sweetheart.
So selfish, not to give me any reason to put my feet on the floor
My adoration has changed to a bitter bill I carry in my sleeve ,waiting for the perfect hour to slip it under your door. Fuck you, sweetheart.