I feel how he feels, a black hole thats at my waist. And boy when i grab your face, i'll kiss you. simple and pretty i open the flood gates. let it fill you up, pour it in on me. you'll find all in due time what matters, what is fake, what is real will take it's place, and the black hole thats at my waist. it's my affliction to be cruel to my self
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