quinnie

get what u want
I fantasize about being cut down to size And telling you sweet goodbyes as I'm watching you cry Then I'm walking through some door to a place to get well Where I can be cared for in a white sterile cell And I don't like to poeticize or double the gravity 'Cause what's broken inside can rattle about in me The bad days remind and the good days forget The burden is mine and you get what you get From Letras Mania