Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends. We’re the kids who feel like dead ends. And I want to be known for my hits not just my misses. I took a shot and didn’t even come close. At trust and love and hope. And the poets are just kids who didn’t make it. And never had it at all. And the record won’t stop skipping. And the lies just won’t stop slipping. And besides my reputation’s on the line. We can fake it for the airwaves. Force our smiles, baby, half dead, from comparing myself to everyone else around me.
My first statement :: “That’s me!”
Hahahaha
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends
And I felt weird at that part.
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monggo komen :)