Bone

I see right through you and see nothing more than a tool. Congrats, you could have been so much more but you're just like any other dick with a 4.0

Call To Battle

Street lights are blinding Friends don't need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I'm not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019

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