Liar, liar burn in hell
Let me
be the
one
who calls
you
baby
All the time
Surely you can take some comfort
Knowing that you're mine
Just hold me tight, lay by my side
and let me be the one who calls you
Baby all the time
♥
All the time
Surely you can take some comfort
Knowing that you're mine
Just hold me tight, lay by my side
and let me be the one who calls you
Baby all the time
♥
Shot down by strangers
Whose glances can
cripple the heart
and devour the soul
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o'clock in the fcking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o'clock in the fcking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last
