You've scarred me so much that I can't touch another human being without my fingertips burning with a desire to know what your skin feels like
There isn't a part of me left that wants to know if you've ever stopped midday and thought of the color of my eyes or if your chest ever ached at night like mine did because you weren't there
I don't wanna know if you ever thought of me and if it hurt knowing you can't hold me
I'm on the verge of dying without you And I refuse to let you know that there's still a part of me you control
Because I'm fighting for you to hate me
So I can hate you too, without wanting you with me.
I wonder how long it'll take before I can **** someone and you'll no longer be the only thing on my mind.