I used to drive my nails into
Your skin, some type of ******
Crucifixion
They say pain before pleasure
But I know that aches
Are often felt months later
When paradise has become
Past tense
Like the scars on your back
Fading
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 5:51 PM UTC
I used to drive my nails into
Your skin, some type of ******
Crucifixion
They say pain before pleasure
But I know that aches
Are often felt months later
When paradise has become
Past tense
Like the scars on your back
Fading
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