Try me
Pop there goes my gun and the love,
it no longer exist, You
messed everything up with being a little to rude.
Your body is trying to make it, breath the air I breath, but
the wound got you delirious dizzy and out of it.
You played me now its my turn to punish you.
I tryed to embracec your sympathy but you made me turn
into
a evil destroyer so how do want to live your life misable or
dead
Lay your head on my pillow let me heal you slowly anit till
you no how to treate a good woman beautifully.
Copyright © Te'Arra Callandret | Year Posted 2010
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