This doesn't end with you.
I walk around and I think if people only knew
That I wish they were cursed,
That I wish them the worst,
I really wish 'em the worst.
But I'm doing my best,
And I hope you forgive me now that I've confessed
Because I'm trying to resist
My heart becoming a fist
Forever.Paris was as beautiful as everyone had made it out to
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