Author: Christina


The Grim Reaper has come,
knocking at your door
Never mind, it's just that guy
You know, the little man-whore

He's been with everyone
and their mother,
the "innocent" hottie
that's always looking for another

Every girl that's had their heart broken
knows who I'm talking about,
the one that has the ability
to magnify every doubt

You can't help loving him...
know every time you heart skips
there's some other girl,
still leftover on his lips


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