sunlight faces death
others are from farther trenches of depth
i love you so,
why should you know?
several broken pieces
neither of them were answers of your cruel pleases
hope you realized what you had done
either way of chances can be the dawn
i speak to you little whore
you b*****d on my door
red roses came dead
that's what i told you, that's what i said
you're a bullshit another day
i'll seek again until they say......
"red roses for the bullshit"
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