Catch me when I'm falling It's all I ask But you were to busy Hiding behind your decietful mask Love is a feeling no more What's the matter, you fucked up whore I put my sanity in your hands But you left because of the demands Oh, the strain I put on you You were never good enough, we're through People laugh behind my back They knew you were fucking others But you never told me about the game But to you it's all the same Catch me when I'm falling It's all I ask But you were to busy Hiding behind your decietful mask Love is a feeling no more What's the matter, you fucked up whore I put my sanity in your hands But you left because of the demands Oh, the strain I put on you You were never good enough, we're throughBirth sign: Aries
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