I'm a five-pound rent boy, mr. Darcy.




The paradox or our minds
Too much to believe, too much to deny
You fool me again to quiet my pride
But I’m a human, I come with knives
I never promised you an open heart or charity
I never wanted to abuse your imagination
I come with knives
I come with knives
And agony
To love you
И Джим, да.