We are but hopeful lovers, and we are running out of time. We are but hopeful lovers, we are the last of our kind, And if we let our hearts move outward, we will never die.
Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind, don't assign me yours.
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