the ones that get you to have talks with me
my tongue is a rudder, that steers my ship off course, out to sea, dashed to bits on the reef
i hate myself for hurting you
Just a little space (%20) to gather my thoughts...
the ones that get you to have talks with me
my tongue is a rudder, that steers my ship off course, out to sea, dashed to bits on the reef
i hate myself for hurting you
1 comments:
You're being silly, and you got it right a long long time ago.
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