𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺

hating on me is crazy ur probably a sticker in me & my best friend’s chat

Stepping stones that bloody your feet Sirens holding flowers of teeth They call your name from ivory streets But Heaven isn't quite what it seems I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love One more second's enough, second to love, second to love They circle over the stain My essence slipping away taste Taste So tell me how does it taste? And was it all worth the wait? So, was it worth what it takes? I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love🤎

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