It's as if I believe the more that I squeeze this pillow between my thighs The more likely the chance, I'll find romance if it somehow becomes alive I share my bed with a bad brain spilt ash and cum stains almost every night Find me a drug to replace the love that is slowly leaving my life
You know you're wasting away, wasting your daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
