luscious little music box I hear your song from within playing like mad and like you'll never play again. Pretty little music box your son is fancy free with a touching somber tune and a bit of meloncholy. Heartless little music box play your song for me. I need your song to feel fine and good inside of me. I need you fucking music box before I feel the pain. I need your fucking song to numb away my brain. I'll quit you little music box after another song or two, that's right then I will be through. I tried to quit you little music box,but I've failed again. The mass watches me crash as your music stops again. When I turn your crank I want all of my dreams to come true, but all you do is play another tune.
Reason for writing:
Addiction to anything can suck I suppose.
Birth sign: Leo
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