BB. 3

I just wanna let you know, in courtesy of what has failed me yet, it was two beings with a plan to grow, awful.. The early murder me duet turned out to be it was murder she wrote.. By that I mean she was always the first to go, stringin' me along after all that I've coped.. No hopes, no wishful thinkin', won't even put up a fight to turn any odds against what we's in.. Pet peeve number none, you ain't never gave a fvck, it's called relations and you shipped it out to lust.. Indecisive meet one hunned plus, I gave you my all, one over trust.. Now all I do is put this hum to a crush, nothin' more nothin' less, don't want don't need any beings' to rush.. She can decide for herself, no feeling's to undercut..