My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace.
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face.
And this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling.
And I'm telling you I'm a fake.
I am so fucking sorry x
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face.
And this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling.
And I'm telling you I'm a fake.
I am so fucking sorry x
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no more sorries.
i miss you, even though it was yesterday and it will be tomorrow.
jack and i are waiting for you.
xx
feel happier x