Luna Sky Good In Goodbye by Luna Sky from Philadelphia United States
You got blood on your hands
how do you plead? Boy, it's like treason, how you treated me
it's eight mondays in a row, nine days of the week
these tantrums been old
all bitter, no sweet
you're killing my vibe
in ways words cannot describe
but i'll try, i'll try
you put the "over"...
I Δm luΠΔ
I Δm luΠΔ
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