why did you teach me not to love?
how could you
Show the world I’m a ruby, diamond, emerald
About to
We share some history,
And so do you and she
I’m givin’ up on girls
They’ve got the best of
The apple of your eye is poisoned,
The cream inside
Looking on better days inside my glass cage
Finding the
A little bit wrong means mostly right
I didn’t mean
Your history isn't all in your past its what you're
I cannot argue anymore
I’ll take you at your word
This is not my parents’ world
I own every bit
we were just getting somewhere
i couldn't believe that it was
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