The sad truth is I would have done anything to be yours
and I still catch the heartache dripping through my pours
covering me in a layer of disgust until I can scrape it off again
but I notice myself thinking what we could have been
and maybe when all my skins cells replace each other once again
I'll live in a body that you haven't yet met
a body that won't beg to be yours
because it's never felt your soothing touch or heard your kind words