Wilting RosesHe can make you feel like aWilting Roses
million dollars. He can give you a
dozen roses. He can give you
butterflies. He can strike all of his p oses. He can give you all the
glory. He can give you all the
fame But in the end. You were just
his little
game. The roses will
wilt, The glory will
fade, The butterflies Will
fly away. He wont let you keep the
glory, He wont even say
goodbye Hell just leave you
alone, With a
tear in your eye. When all is said
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(0.~)b iam not a girl XD so dont ask
(>^.^)>HUG
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"See, sex and magic have a lot in common. They're both mysterious and spiritual, involve going through an occasional trap door, and, in my case, are always performed for a live audience."
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