your touch doesnt feel the same
my skin ached for you but now its ashamed
how could i think we would be the same
we've lost everything that we ever became
i leave your room messy and half dressed
you kiss my cheek- i feel distressed
before i always left with feelings obsessed
now the thought of you is hard to digest-
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
your touch doesnt feel the same
my skin ached for you but now its ashamed
how could i think we would be the same
we've lost everything that we ever became
i leave your room messy and half dressed
you kiss my cheek- i feel distressed
before i always left with feelings obsessed
now the thought of you is hard to digest-
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