Err..

by Alexa   Jan 22, 2005


Sort of like a piece of paper, I want to crumple you up and throw you out.
You are kind of like a ciggarette, you are addicting.
Sort of like a star, I want you to fall for me.
You are kind of like a disease, you are killing me.

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