God, tell me that I'm not insaneWith a toy

first loved you at summer campFeel my skeleton, can

Hit it like, get it hotMake a bitch, it's a femHit

friends call me a loser'Cause I'm still hanging aroundI've

friends call me a loser 'cause I'm still hanging

God, I'm strugglingSend me a prophecyPeople have been saying

know, you know how dark I amWhen you take

The window is open!So's that door!I didn't know they did that

It's fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothing, but

fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothing,

could be the one, or your new addictionIt's all

hard murderI know you'll forgive me one day (Day,

love you because you have those Polaroids of me

a lot of kinks in this world, babyBut my kink,

the blindsLight every candleSlip off my pretty dress down

know you wanted me to stayBut I can't ignore

know you wanted me to stayBut I can't ignore

this wrong or is it wrong?Spare me those sorrow

thought that everybody gets olderBut I guess that's not

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