It's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray.

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It's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray.
I told you that, so what did you expect from me? _song: habit, by louis tomlinson
I am still painting flowers for you (all time low)
Broken beaks and dead birds can't get through the glass. You won't be the first or be the last to bleed. It's a copy of a copy of a copy.
- copy of a copy of a copy BY LOUIS TOMLINSON -
It's a tall tale and it's only hello, hello, no goodbye.
Pour mercy, mercy on me. I'll fall upon my knees, and they'll say: I told you so.
You're the habit that I can't break.
These high walls never broke my soul.