I want to let your fingers walk over my skin
See if they bleed on the broken pieces of my body
I want you to open old scars and snap bones unbroken before.
It turns me on to think you'll break my body like you broke my mind
It makes me hate you
It makes me want to **** you too.
I'd never let another person over me
But I want your hands under my skin.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
I want to let your fingers walk over my skin
See if they bleed on the broken pieces of my body
I want you to open old scars and snap bones unbroken before.
It turns me on to think you'll break my body like you broke my mind
It makes me hate you
It makes me want to **** you too.
I'd never let another person over me
But I want your hands under my skin.
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