Does it matter to you that sometimes I tremble when you touch me
Not out of love but fear?
Fear that maybe you have the power
To turn into him
The power to become who and
What I fear the most
Power to make me feel sick
Make me feel weak
Make me feel empty
Make me feel wrong.  
I love the way you touch me
But maybe I'm not always there
Maybe it's wrong
Maybe it's *****
Maybe I'm *****
Maybe I'm broken
You see cuz he broke me
He hurt me
He bit me
Right in the soul
A giant chunk of me that will
Never grow back.
Does it matter to you that I'm
Never coming back?
Does it matter to you that I feel
Broken like that?
Does it matter?