Mind spinning and sweating from Tina's bad intentions
A love hate kind of relationship my worst addiction
Shooting Red tornadoes in a needle full of broken dreams
No hands on the wheel pushing your life to the extreme
Empty promises broken hearts from selling the body
Crying coming from a tired and hungry baby
From first taste nothing else compares or could hold a
Candle
Selling anything and everything to melt those clear crystals
Dying from the inside out she'll make sure you have a
Early checkout
Think again before you think the fast lane is what it's all about
©droneking
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