"our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we've touched"

10/3/11


Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
it's where you oughta stay.
When you go,
would you even turn to say:
I don't love you
like i did yesterday

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