Midnight Surprise
Warm nights and the chill,
Creeping down my bones,
Reminds me I'm alone.
Wake up, smell the semen,
This will never happen for you,
Waiting in silence,
And cloaking my violence,
You, almost encourage,
My happiness,
But I know best.
And what is left ?
Of this? My fare is calling down,
For you all to go away.
I'll fire in the sun.
I'm dying, just for fun.
I guess, deep down,
My heart is not as pure as it was.
Oh,
Wake up princess.
p/s : thanks to topshop.
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