You want me to forget you okay, forget me too. You tell me you hate me, baby yeah, I bet you do. I'm so glad that I never ever had a baby with you, cause you can't love nothin' unless there's something in it for you. So baby pull me closer in the backstreet of your rover that I know you can afford, bite the tatto on my shoulder.
YOU ARE READING
Crying mind
PoetryI just wrote my thoughts in form from poetry. It is a sad book...but I hope hopeless is just a state of mind
