Till poppop she's finish,
Her heart to deep in it,
She falls its authentic.
Can't breath,
please don't leave.
I'm hurt,
I need thee.
To far to look back.
Broken hearts: he's lost track.
Vroom, Vroom eyes match.
His dust is her snack.
K. I. S. S.
His lips she will miss.
The curb she got kicked.
Her heart took the hit.
The bruise she's fine with.
For love comes with pain.
And a mop for the tears.
Love down the drain.
Confused she's not amused.
A fool without a clue.
The worst feelin to have.
A girl without a use.
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