breaking the walls down
letting the soul to drown
dont wanna be "number one"
i simply need the sun.
the butterflies dead on the floor
the words lead to the sore
are you ready for my confessions
cause i am filled with obsession.
i dont need a hope
cause you are my dope.
rope
© Copyright: Анита Скайи, 2013
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