But you.. you write such pretty words
But life's no story book.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.. and to hurt.
Do you like to hurt? (I do, I do.)
Then hurt me.
Hurt me.
I want a lover I don't have to love. Hurt me.
*Someone please take me to a gay bar. Pretty pretty please.
*Telefon sapığım, savcılığa yönlendiriyorum seni yarından itibaren.
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