Jonathan Bree
Plucking Petals
Another night
A game of rhyme
She loves me (he loves me)
She loves me not (he loves me not)
It's unhealthy for us to hold to hope
We lie when we say we don't know
Am I just a sad buffer for your ego?
Another night
A game of rhyme
She loves me (he loves me)
She loves me not (he loves me not)
It's unhealthy for us to hold to hope
We lie when we say we don't know
Am I just a sad buffer for your ego?