limping over the hill.
but you just take the heart, and you do it for the thrill.
It’s torture.
sugar in the gas tank of my brain.
You give me no excuses because I don’t make you explain.
I’m a bitch for your abuse, and a glutton for the pain.
It’s torture.
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