Sweet Goth . . .

- That sweet goth, That boy who walk dressed in black over the street, His stinky lips with his bloody hands, The way you make me move, The way you make me love. . .

Let me rot in your severed arms.. Take care of my corpse and bury yourself with me, We will end up together in the end forever. 

Just stay with me, as you kiss my rot corpse. . .  ꈍᴗꈍ

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