So far gone
I’m worried you’re not okay.
That the taste of my lips can’t revive you.
I throw my love at you.
But you refuse to accept it.
You live with your tounge not your heart.
I’m worried you’re not okay.
That the taste of my lips can’t revive you.
I throw my love at you.
But you refuse to accept it.
You live with your tounge not your heart.
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