Cold
The tone of our conversations just range between neutral and nasty now..
FML
As you look around this room tonight Settle in your seat and dim the lights Do you want my blood do you want my tears What do you want? What do you want from me? Should I sing until I can't sing any more Play these strings until my fingers are raw Ah ah ah You're so hard to please What do you want from me?
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