Again
Burning in my skin, and you can feel the sting. Here we go again, another round without a ring and im smokin things i swore I wouldn't, yet I still can't feel a thing and i think of things I really shouldn't, so take this crown i'm not your king. Here we go again, i have nothing more to offer, than this burning in my skin and more lies that you won't fall for. So there we go again. M.M
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