I lay In this bed thinking of you, yet you haven't a clue. Those wondering eyes, what they do to me it's a pain I really wish you could see. They say I'm crazy, I need to walk away, but baby Its you I think of all fucking day. Release the string you have on me I really just wanna be free..
DTH
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dthamilton (
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