Baby, sucker punch,
you saved all the rot for the lunch. Too much.
First, I wont flee.
Let me eat all the nasty you wish to dump on me,
Cause, you know, since my stomach is empty, Im incomplete.
I need
You to be more convinced that Im in vain,
Im in pain.
Im cool. I'll make it through.
All the ravings I sent to you
Being unconcious, look, Im sorry, but you better be fair.
Unless you really want me to feel like I dont care.
You got me twisted, you like to be on top, and okay
I'll give it all up to you, I wont say any of the things I always wanted to say.
Never on purpose. Not from the hands of mine.
Since its a divine intervention, oh god I know it is,
Noone stays outside.
divine intervention
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