cry of the black birds

Carve another notch in your bedpost, whore
Lay back and tally up the score
Count the number of hearts you’ve ripped from chests
Then put your pretty eyes to rest
They’ve had a long day of looking for love
In all the wrong places
Putting to much stock in pretty faces
When will you learn there is a difference
Between lust and love

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doesn’t want to know you if you aren’t hollywood material.

really can’t be bothered with romance and that bullshit anymore. if i wanted to have my head fucked with i’d date myself