I never asked for it. I never asked for a trespasser. I did not want his skin to touch mine and pull me into an ocean of fear to do what he wants or else something worse might happen
I wish I could feel clean and innocent but no amount of bleach can burn it off of me.
I think your name would look great on my skin Too bad your afraid of commitment I'm just another sin Please, really, I don't care Go away and leave I'll pretend that you meant nothing to my world Or to me
Things are getting bad again The question has been through my mind now for several years And all I can think is “Right now is not the time.” But when is it the time To end something so destructively beautiful