You’re my poison
I feel a bit of inspiration right before the pain sets in
Toxic
I’m crying blood and spitting up magic seeds
Dangerous
me loving you, you loving me
But we make history
Beautiful, messy, memories
I wish there was a way to make the picture
Fit the image of us three
The Devil pulling at our strings
Baby we make poetry
But we aren’t meant to be
No
We are meant to be
Yes
We ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ meant to be!
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