can i touch you this way would you want to stay adn leave here tomorrow or i can leave you in peace with this thick make believe of what you call earth now its so lame you think that i would turn my cheek up when all the things you hide inside without resent you lie caged up in glass as you stare at my face lying back back on your bed of hair but this time it wont last the confectionist sun will burn you
to death now its so lame you think that i would turn my cheek up when all the things you hide inside without resent you lie caged up in glass as you stare at my face lying back back on your bed but this time it wont last the confectionist sun will burn you to death...