If you let me fall when I'm broken,
How can I know you'll be there when I'm well.
I can sigh, cry, or even attempt suicide.
Her arms were of many big horizantal scars and big red spots where she put cigarettes out of her arm.
They were almost purple from the pale moonlight above them.
What is she really about?
Who is she?
Right now we are at peace and she is the sweetest person I've ever met.
Will she turn on me in a second?
What will my mystery woman do next?
Cos she's a mystery woman, mystery girl
She cry, cry, cry then she
laugh, laugh, laugh.
And the cry some more
Somehow he loves her.
Her quirks and flaws made her the most beautiful girl in the world.
To him she's his queen.
She's so open, so calm, so understanding
Sometimes I forget I'm In love with a sociopath.
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