Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys

In this game you only lose when you fight back

That was your bad, how could you pass up on em? He just take them records and he gas up on em.

& all your friends telling you stories that you often misinterpret and taint all the images of yo Mr Perfect

You don't even have to ask twice, you could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice.

You can't say you're happy either. You don't even smile for me.

You put the tea in the kettle and light it. Put your hand on the metal and feel it.. but do you even feel it anymore?