Nadiya

Do I look like my picture? Does my voice match my face at all? I'm a thin white piece of paper You can draw me like the me you want Every word that you say feels Like it's spoken for my ears to hold "Pick me" passive with charisma Could you spare a little power from the one that you have (Over me) Stutter my way through knocking the sign How to does it feel to get back in line Loading your gun and praying that you shoot me first Carry the half hearted time on my back We could be friends but kiss when you want I'll get to stare at your face when you're free sometimes My palms are sweaty My tongue goes numb I'm avoiding my reflection not to see me through your eyes It's sickening This skin is free "Pick me" passive with charisma Could you spare a little power from the one that you have (Over me) Stutter my way through knocking the sign How to does it feel to get back in line Loading your gun and praying that you shoot me first Carry the half hearted time on my back We could be friends but kiss when you want I'll get to stare at your face when you're free sometimes Stutter my way through knocking the sign How to does it feel to get back in line Loading your gun and praying that you shoot me first Carry the half hearted time on my back We could be friends but kiss when you want I'll get to stare at your face when you're free sometimes