Picture You Naked
A fruitless year
A fearless heart
I talked to you today
What a difference
I'm use to watching you whore around
Disgusted, but I don't make a sound
You made this so much easier...
No longer a curse without the cure
Who would have thought
The Mormon bishops daughter
Would fuck more people
Then her "evil" ex-lover
Whisper words my way
I'm not really listening
by
ZackeryDaleyposted on 11/13/2009
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actually, i like it all
well done