~Waiting for bloody Tuesdays~
somehow
prized doormats laying on my feet
pretending my tears are liquid joy
artful dodger peeks into my soul
he whispers
How can you be so bold when you are so small?
Didnt you run from the crossing?
She still remembers you
Do you even care?
more then you can ever know
somehow
prized doormats laying on my feet
pretending my tears are liquid joy
artful dodger peeks into my soul
he whispers
How can you be so bold when you are so small?
Didnt you run from the crossing?
She still remembers you
Do you even care?
more then you can ever know
joy!!!
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