he got look in his eyes
play with his records
i might be sick but not love sick
there only one way to treat it
those lips might kill . dms might heal
dont get im cool with being third wheel
she got that heart full of words , waiting to be heard
he got cool chics and they come in a herd
but i am lone wolf , sit at home with my blog
or
she is at home in her hospital room
he live in the loneliness of his everybodies company
and maybe we the same , maybe its the part of the game ?
every run in are run in squarrel goes round and round
maybe you the part of me i never i thought i had lost
but to will always regret i delete
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