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That is the pain that I have been numbing The night I shared nestled beneath the sheets How I wonder who I am becoming— All those moments add up to be nothing How quickly, indeed, life’s passions can fade That is the pain that I have been numbing To his touch—I am always succumbing I’m forever drawn back to the same thought How I wonder who I am becoming His lips on my neck—ever forthcoming There’s nothing left between us to be saved That is the pain that I have been numbing And yes—I washed the sheets, like any other fling There’s nothing left of you— or me as well Oh! I wonder who I am becoming And with that, not only the sheets did I wring— Yes—my soul has been left dry and wanting That is the pain that I have been numbing How I wonder who I am becoming.
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 8:43 AM UTC
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That is the pain that I have been numbing The night I shared nestled beneath the sheets How I wonder who I am becoming— All those moments add up to be nothing How quickly, indeed, life’s passions can fade That is the pain that I have been numbing To his touch—I am always succumbing I’m forever drawn back to the same thought How I wonder who I am becoming His lips on my neck—ever forthcoming There’s nothing left between us to be saved That is the pain that I have been numbing And yes—I washed the sheets, like any other fling There’s nothing left of you— or me as well Oh! I wonder who I am becoming And with that, not only the sheets did I wring— Yes—my soul has been left dry and wanting That is the pain that I have been numbing How I wonder who I am becoming.
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 8:43 AM UTC
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