"Mama we all go to hell."
Mama we're all full of lies. Mama we're meant for the flies.
Stop asking me questions I hate to see you cry.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well.
You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son.
-Törnrosa
Stop asking me questions I hate to see you cry.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well.
You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son.
-Törnrosa
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