Where I want to be is never were I can be
Why is the forbidden always the one I can only see
In my sight but out of my reach
And now the memory hangs like a leach.
Take of thy desires
No one will be the wiser.
Withhold thine hand
You never know where sin will land.
To the voices ever near
To which do I give ear?
They do pester me at every choice
Which do you give the greater voice?
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
Where I want to be is never were I can be
Why is the forbidden always the one I can only see
In my sight but out of my reach
And now the memory hangs like a leach.
Take of thy desires
No one will be the wiser.
Withhold thine hand
You never know where sin will land.
To the voices ever near
To which do I give ear?
They do pester me at every choice
Which do you give the greater voice?
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