Drug Me
Make it so
I don't think of you
Pull my strings
You always do
You let me think
This was a dream
But a nightmare could
Split the seam
And tear my heart
To fit your hand
The coolest style
In neverland
I lay in oil
And color spills
Through another bottle
Of heartache pills...
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Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2013
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