Perverts
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I'll save you the trouble its already broken
no need for sweet nothings just leave them unspoken
no fantasy romance theyre so over rated
and dont ask for my soul its already traded
If this is love
Let it rust
If it's lust
Let it get lost
If I gave my trust
And you wanna steal my pride with a bitter sweet thrust
Consume me, bore into my life like a locust
Then let your plans rust
