i never trust a narsasist but they love me so im playing like a violin but i make it look ohh so easy cause for every lie i tell them they tell me three this is how the world works and all they think about is me i can feel the flames on my skin crimps and red pains on my lips if a man talks **** then i owe him nothing i NOUN regret it one bit cause i had it coming, they say i did something bad then whys it feel so good
