Like I have you
Don’t touch me.
I feel like your fingers are soiled.
And every time you look at me,
I think of how you look at other girls.
I know I’m crazy,
But the skin I feel and the lips I kiss are the same as the others had.
And it hurts to think that someone else could have you like I do.
I feel like your fingers are soiled.
And every time you look at me,
I think of how you look at other girls.
I know I’m crazy,
But the skin I feel and the lips I kiss are the same as the others had.
And it hurts to think that someone else could have you like I do.