13 August 2009
It's one hundred and nine degrees in this crowded room No room to breathe with walls as cold as a gallery This is no place for me Such hard faces in smoke The smell lingers in my clothes It's a bad n
He and I had something beautiful But so dysfunctional, it couldn't last I loved him so but I let him go 'Cause I knew he'd never love me back Such pain as this Shouldn't have to be experienced I'm st
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