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I... I am confused. Fighting myself.
Wanting to give in. Needing your help.
Skin cold with fear, feel it when we touch.
Outside don't know you, but inside I'm fucked.
Can you see it in me? Skin cold from touch.
Each day confronted with what I have done.
You pull me closer. I push you away.
You tell me it's ok. I can't help but feel the pain.
I hate you. Why are you taken?
I loved you. Why do I feel so helpless?
Why's it you, ripping my insides each time I lay with you?
Why do I cry? Why do I FUCKING NEED TO?
That's be being a dramatic bitch ass for the day.
Wanting to give in. Needing your help.
Skin cold with fear, feel it when we touch.
Outside don't know you, but inside I'm fucked.
Can you see it in me? Skin cold from touch.
Each day confronted with what I have done.
You pull me closer. I push you away.
You tell me it's ok. I can't help but feel the pain.
I hate you. Why are you taken?
I loved you. Why do I feel so helpless?
Why's it you, ripping my insides each time I lay with you?
Why do I cry? Why do I FUCKING NEED TO?
That's be being a dramatic bitch ass for the day.