You're not supposed to know of this
You're not supposed to
Wake all the children from their slumber
Before they wonder
Why the
Bathroom stalls and backseats
Roadside motels is where they'll meet
Will they
The road turned into a snake
It looked in my veins
I'm cynical, they say
I'm petrified, maybe
Disgusted by his ways
And a
Thirty-one days to wreck your plastic face
And it's a disgrace
I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of
You'll find the cross only fits
When your hands and feet
You're not supposed to know this.You're not supposed to feel
He said,"Boys...please, dinner's on me tonight.""I am the host and
There is no Odyssey.There's no Penelope, just maids and suitors.Take
I will meet you on the stairs,meet you just below
Dear Miss White, Put down this night You wouldn't believe
Thanks a lot.I've been disadvantaged from the startHe constrict the
Isabella stand a little bit taller.I don't deserve your tearsAnymore
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