I ****** up again.
Found somebody new.

A you.

I find the worst of you.
But the purest of souls.
You all are genuine.
So I ****** up again.

My body and my heart say,
"use me"
Let me touch your skin.

But my soul..
She won't stop crying.
"Holly, why are you doing this again?

Don't you deserve for them to love you?
Don't you deserve to trust?
Don't you deserve the stars in the sky?
Why are you just playing with their lust?

One mistake, what's one to do?
But this second mistake.
Shame's on you."

But I don't want to listen to her.
This soul that lingers near.
If it wasn't for her,
I could just disappear.

I don't want to feel so fiercely.
I don't want to cry alone at night.
I just want him to hold me.
Even if it's not right.

So let me **** up again.
Let me pretend he cares.

Let me lay here sadly until he calls again.
Let me feel like someone loves me, even if we're not friends.

So won't you hold me closely?
Won't you smile at me?

Take this broken doll and play with her gently.