I want you to heal you pretty sweet
I'll throw rose petals at your feet
I'll spend eternity comparing all my poetry to yours
I want to see love through your eyes
I'll throw rose petals at your feet
You'll never have to compramise
I'd give up all my fame to bite your demons and your bloody woes
KŁAMCA.
KŁAMCA.
KŁAMCA.
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