Fear love A failure to nothing but an empty shape We collide and we were dead on Are you tired enough? I think I hurt your head enough Bruising me the
Fear love. A failure to nothing but an empty shape. We collide and we're dead on. Are you tired enough? I think I hurt your head enough. Bruising me
: Fear love. A failure to nothing but an empty shape. We collide and we're dead on. Are you tired enough? I think I hurt your head enough. Bruising
