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I'm Court, the melancholic girl who loves music of industrial, metal, rock n roll, alternative, classical, little old school rap etc.... ,tacos, Italian food, chicken with Prego sauce, diet coke, etc,,,and animals, play a bass Neon Green and other instruments, write stories, watch/have interest in very old movies/old movie stars, a true crime buff, love my cats Batz, Carl [RIP], Klein {RIP], Brook [RIP], Charlie [where], Dallas, Miami and Kiki
I'm just a hired gun
ReplyDeleteI'm just a hired gun
You could die right now
In my arms, now
In my arms, now
You don't know how to feel it
With your hopes and dreams
Slit like wrists
Gimme some, gimme some
You gotta gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
You gotta gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
You don't know how to fake it
You could die right now
In my arms, now
In my arms, now
Did you walk away
And feel nothing?
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
I'm just a hired gun
I'm just a hired gun
Sell (my soul)
To know (myself)
Feel (my heart)
Expand (we run)
Out of control
Out of control
Gimme some, gimme some
You gotta gimme some
Gimme some, gimme some
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you
Take my self-hatred
And use it on you