This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things by The Blackout šµ
She looks at him Her heart beat starts to melt She said āI made you up to hurt myselfā You leave the room and I smell you on my clothes You're dangerous and beautiful My thorn and my rose
Let's just make this clear. There's nowhere better then here
I don't care what you're thinking I don't care what you're saying When everything is gone, you'll still be begging for more āŖ ā« āŖ
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