Crave
There is this little monster that follows me around, it polutes my mind causing me to want
to
die
but why death
As I feel pain in my chest
I hold my hands over my breasts
Why am I such a mess?
Can't I just get dressed...
to
die
but why death
As I feel pain in my chest
I hold my hands over my breasts
Why am I such a mess?
Can't I just get dressed...