I’m problematic. It’s automatic. They say I’m of waste. A pretty face. With a reckless taste. And I can’t help myself I’m. Burning bridges. Counting stitches. Every day it’s. Someone different. There’
I’m problematic. It’s automatic. They say I’m of waste. A pretty face. With a reckless taste. And I can’t help myself I’m. Burning bridges. Counting stitches. Every day it’s. Someone different. There’
