Bad party
i went to a bad party Feel in love with a tragedy Yes this is what I am in to turning bad boys in to enemies I don't have time to be frenemies I was looking for something more than that But I can't help it I have fallen for a brat What kind of intoxication is this? I had no alcohol but still my mind feels a miss It feels like I have been struck by a love potion No movement just eye contact and were both frozen There is a hurricane of emotions While we stand in a loud room filled with silence Never thought a bad party could turn so good Should I stay longer I don't know if I should?
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