Burned the photographs
Started walking away from the yesteryear
Mistress bound a
9PM
City’s cold
Idée fixe
Taking hold
All fired up
Face aglow
Ash for bliss
School bell rings, classrooms empty, everyone goes home
Save for one
Fake a smile and drink my wine
Take a pill you'll
Love it when you spit on me and say it’s
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