she wore bound to fall
when she swept in that cold february night
she came with a broken heart that been used as a item
a platform to transform his art to something hers
and she was to young to know what was love
but he shashed her like a pinata
... nevermind , i dont cry over something that is nada
more than devil in disquise , but havent you heard im devil in prada
so when he lay the lips on her cheeks , suddenly the scrip flip
and she knew she had a new subject to her collection
but little did she knew he would stuck like the rock on his finger
when she just about to shut this blog down , she got a dm from a singer
which turned her world around and suddenly she become to beat to an other sound
a perfection collab if i might say so and i am afraid i never let you go
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