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
a evil destroyer so how do want to live your life misable or
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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