as the sky weeps on another day , these butterflies pace around my gut until my stomach aches , love found , love lost , still ill love again , till im lonely in my room ,all walls closing in until i suffocate, missed calls on my phone , she tells me there aint much to say , damn , we used to talk about nothing , i guess something changed , nothing to something , we struggled to muster up some change , love is my currency an im feelin underpaid
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 03:06:58 +0000
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