sweetie (lacy’s pov)
sweetie, oh sweetie, skin thin like dead leaves
don’t you know better than to do this to yourself?
my dearest sweetie, eyes black as coffee
and sharp like the envy that’s causing you hell
poor precious sweetie, you’re driving me crazy
I feel...
don’t you know better than to do this to yourself?
my dearest sweetie, eyes black as coffee
and sharp like the envy that’s causing you hell
poor precious sweetie, you’re driving me crazy
I feel...