you were in my dream and if you knew what I did, you'd be dissapointed.
and then i'd say "That's how i roll," with sad smile on my lips, because after all it's the crack in that fucked up reflection of my desires.
and the nerves are just beat beat beating under the surface.
while i'm wanting to forget.
And it's like, you're loking like... as if i'm not enough. could i possibly be enough?
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