I'm made of instincts
None of which are too keen
I get by on these high cheakbones
A little faith in people or, a higher being
I'm a man with desires
And if I told you any different, I'd be a liar.
As hard as I've tried I've found
I can't deny myself
Things that I want.
As last night, turns into this morning
buried in your blankets left for dead
my
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