Thursday, 5 December 2024

Bonnie

You extract a heavy score, my fingertips are ruined, love is at the core, can you see my eyes, drop like a scalded broom, strapped in useless diaguise, live life don't whore, leave me here to stew, pray to broken laws, say you are not wise, only fools pay dues, I will run a mile, don't divide me by sorts, pray to the moon, think that I'm forlorn, baby you;ll take flight, listening to my tunes, run awasy crying, think I'm doomed ?

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