J.oneq

fuck you and your money. im tired of your money.

and what the hell were we? tell me we weren’t just friends amk.

all i see is what i should be. happier, prettier jelaousy jelousy.

hold me, console me then i’ll leave without a trace.

come on don’t leave me, it can’t be that easy babe.

im miss sugar pink liquor liquor lips hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss.

you’re wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies.