Saturday, 3 January 2026

Ully

Why beat on hotel doors, sit down in the rain, cry outside his walls, he never is at home, acts just the same, says this is normal, now realise the score, nothing more to say, he'll run the course, could you ever atone, dance within my flames, beg for love not loans, I could say what’s more, you’re a stupid fake, will need make you roar, never need a cloak, the time is too raw, to face him again, my hand is a claw.

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