Chloe dancer

Talkin’ to my alter, it says life is what you make it, and if you make it death well rest your soul away. So I’m singing: this is my kinda love, it’s the kind that moves on, it’s the kind that leaves me alone. Like a crown of thorns. But don’t burn your bridges woman ’cause someday…

É como uma coroa de espinhos que se usa, esperando pela redenção. E quase nem dói.

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