Marina Siertis

Disease
This is your last chance'cause you are so fucked upThis is the last hourbefore I send you awayor I wish I couldYour sweetness disgusts memade me crawl for youYou are my mental diseasethat always stays in my mindyour skin makes me weakercan't clear the smudge awayor maybe tomorrowcrushed into piecesmade me hate you moretake off that dressand disappearcrushed into piecesmade me hate you more From Letras Mania