BY subscribed-vibes
I know a drugstore
cowgirl, so afraid of getting bored. She's always running from
something,so many things ignored. Beautiful disaster, flyin' down the
street again. I tried to keep up. You wore me out and left me ate up.
Now I wish you all the luck. You're a butterfly in the wind without a
care. A pretty train crash to me and I can't care. I do. I don't.
Whatever.
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