Heartaches For Escape
Yearning and turning looking for a way out of this cold detergent. I won't back down,
not until I feel hurt and burning... At least a couple of heart skips when I kiss his
lips. I need freedom. Tired of being, believing that this girl in this world is made to
be good because that's not who she is at all. She's dying, expiring pass her date and
though she has years a head she feels she's missing out on her heartaches for escape.
Join together now, breath a steady breath and leave this place don't turn back until
you've felt heartache.
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