tell them this girl wore an saint become sinner
wonder how i went from an loser to an winner ?
i can tell his parents raised an wonderful son
because he had my heart , won
tell them his beautiful like an poem
and you can tell your parter we not an item
you just a part of one of my , chapter
and i am happy you made it lit
because i have an habit
to be quite destructive
and i am sorry if i dont make sense
but i get high on my own poems
i think you brought me back to life
when everyone thought i should calm down
but after survived a death sentence
i have no time for romance
i mean unless you want that
think i met your sis heaven above
she told me about a guy i would love
she had right because he freaking perfect
i used to say i love is pointless
but without it , i am hopeless
and i hate i am so fucking romantic
that i cant keep friends
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