Wednesday, 26 February 2020

Katie Four

Why dredge the malls, sit down in the rain, hover at infirmary's door, you are never at home, it’s just a shame, stuff that makes you roam, what am I saying this for, there’s nothing to gain, while you run with whores, can't you be alone, dance away my pain, recognise love’s a loan, you know the score, your face a savage shade, I’m paying you roar, don't spit on the floor, or cry out my name, you’re not the same anymore, if you slip you’ll fall, I never want to say, the time is too raw, to face myself again.

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