сrywank - waste | Текст песни

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It's as if I believe the more that I squeeze this pillow between my thighs
the more likely the chance, I'll find romance if it somehow becomes alive.
I share my bed with a bad brain spilt ash and cum stains almost every night
Please find me a drug to replace the love that is slowly leaving my life

you know you're wasting away, wasting your days

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