This cup of crushed ice is what I imagine my heart looks like,
At least what it feels like.
Pour some mango *** on it...
Now that's more realistic.
I want to burn my skin;
Hear it sizzle, feel it crisp;
Slice my thighs because they'll no longer feel your touch.
Deprive myself of sleep
Because I'll only have nightmares,
Not dreams of you
Like I used to.
Even though I've already lost you,
I can't let go.