How could this be done by such a smiling sweetheart?
Foto: Petra
He said, don't, don't let it go to your head
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far.
I'd never lie to you.
The truth, is you could slit my throat,
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
And will you tell all your friends, you've got your gun to my head?
This all was only wishful thinking.
And all of this was all your fault.
I stay wrecked and jelous for this, for this simple reason.
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