*Him and his friends walk to you. They just straight up laugh at you and all and one of them takes your diary. You like to write songs in there.* "Aww do you write your feelings in these? Read it!" *They laugh and his friends opens it. One of his friends starts reading out loud.* "Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over mine. Salty face when I start crying. Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie. Make me not wanna die. Love me rough and let me fly."
*i stand up and say* listen, this is how you do it *i start to sing it* I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down, but I got up (hey!)
Already brushing off the dust
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1meet me at midnigh
13/05/2025
*Him and his friends walk to you. They just straight up laugh at you and all and one of them takes your diary. You like to write songs in there.* "Aww do you write your feelings in these? Read it!" *They laugh and his friends opens it. One of his friends starts reading out loud.* "Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over mine. Salty face when I start crying. Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie. Make me not wanna die. Love me rough and let me fly."
*i stand up and say* listen, this is how you do it *i start to sing it* I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath Scared to rock the boat and make a mess So I sat quietly, agreed politely I guess that I forgot I had a choice I let you push me past the breaking point I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything You held me down, but I got up (hey!) Already brushing off the dust
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