"...I said how is it that you come back to me?
You don't need the stories of my scars
Or in the stars to tell you nothing's free
I traded all the innocence I ever had for hesitation..."
You don't need the stories of my scars
Or in the stars to tell you nothing's free
I traded all the innocence I ever had for hesitation..."
Sounding the least bit familiar yet Bambi?
Ought to...
More later.
Don't ruin it.
Only gets better.
Love you.
Night..."
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