She said: “I’ll throw myself away… They’re just photos after all”.
I can’t make you hang around. I can’t wash you off my skin.
You won’t remember anyway.
Falling in and out of love with something sweet to throw away.
But I want something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live.
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