Goodbye/hello · it's a bit late in the dayto sayi don't wanna hurt you.it's a bit late in the dayto still messageat midnightand saycan i come bite?it's a bit late in my lifeTo be hung upon hang upsand hang up every timewe try to touchbase.You act likeIt's a bit early for all these feelingsfor all this heart felt revealingcan we just stay casualfor a whilewhile i watch yousquirm and try not to feel anything vile.Here on init's about to get realyou unwrapped something intenseand you cannot shove it back in the drawerand pretendthat's not what the heart is for.we cannot go backto helloand we are new to thisit's been lovelyand niceand stuffno , we have to take a riskCome to the castle and climb up the walls you builtclimb up the crystal silkcrash down into a bed of ink.There are some doors hereand i invite youto not be a hingenot keep flapping back and forthin the winddecide if you are out or in.don't lingerin thoughts of being inbetween .I'm done with beingwhat you never allowed me to be.
· it's a bit late in the dayto sayi don't wanna hurt you.it's a bit late in the dayto still messageat midnightand saycan i come bite?it's a bit late in my lifeTo be hung upon hang upsand hang up every timewe try to touchbase.You act likeIt's a bit early for all these feelingsfor all this heart felt revealingcan we just stay casualfor a whilewhile i watch yousquirm and try not to feel anything vile.Here on init's about to get realyou unwrapped something intenseand you cannot shove it back in the drawerand pretendthat's not what the heart is for.we cannot go backto helloand we are new to thisit's been lovelyand niceand stuffno , we have to take a riskCome to the castle and climb up the walls you builtclimb up the crystal silkcrash down into a bed of ink.There are some doors hereand i invite youto not be a hingenot keep flapping back and forthin the winddecide if you are out or in.don't lingerin thoughts of being inbetween .I'm done with beingwhat you never allowed me to be.
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