This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things by The Blackout šŸŽµ

She looks at him Her heart beat starts to melt She said ā€œI 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 ā™Ŗ ā™« ā™Ŗ


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