You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don’t mean nothing
I’m not a saint that’s easy to tell
But guess what honey you ain’t no angel
We get so complicated (complicated)
This finger’s for our memories
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There’s nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
I wanna run ‘n’ escape from your prison
But when I leave I feel something is missing
I’m not afraid that’s easy to tell
This can’t be heaven it feels like I’m in hell
You’re like a drug that I can’t stop taking
I want more and I can’t stop craving..
girls think having a period sucks but try having to fix your penis discreetly through your pocket
having the insides of your organs shed and come out through your genitals does not compare to having displaced balls sorry
none of you can do it discreetly anyways
we see you
everyone sees you
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OMG I GOT LIKE 80 IN TEN MINUTES
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