boney beliefs

princess of your weekend

Princess of the weekend  

Drink to forget your name 

My body became ghostly  

I’ll never feel the same  

You were out with her  

I spent my nights in cities 

You were always a step back 

I found other boys to call me pretty  

Equal out the full bed 

Never made sense in my head 

I remember all those things you said  

All just beautiful lies you lead  

You’re right babe 

I’m better off dead   

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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