Trapped inside this cranial ride,
I watch from eyes determined to hide.
From your lips,
your body,
your sensual touch,
I find the feelings are too much;
I shut myself in.
The sin of such a travesty is too much for me to take.
So I sit inside my skull and fake,
the only way that I know how;
I dance around your moves,
speak my lines, and bow.
I put on a play and perform perfectly
to distract from my abnormality.
These open eyes reveal lies of a cowardly man in disguise.
Who locks himself in his head alone to practice every ****** and moan.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
Trapped inside this cranial ride,
I watch from eyes determined to hide.
From your lips,
your body,
your sensual touch,
I find the feelings are too much;
I shut myself in.
The sin of such a travesty is too much for me to take.
So I sit inside my skull and fake,
the only way that I know how;
I dance around your moves,
speak my lines, and bow.
I put on a play and perform perfectly
to distract from my abnormality.
These open eyes reveal lies of a cowardly man in disguise.
Who locks himself in his head alone to practice every ****** and moan.
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