My body is not yours to purloin
I want everything back
Stay your hands from my *****
Take back these panic attacks
Return my faith in the female gender
Why do I pray for a mender
I find no comfort in people, things , or tender
Your body, return it to sender
You had so many other options for ****** delight
Why do that to me on multiple nights
I never wanted this, your body , or you
The insults from others don't sink in well too
Just another few reasons to only sing to the moon of my blues
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
My body is not yours to purloin
I want everything back
Stay your hands from my *****
Take back these panic attacks
Return my faith in the female gender
Why do I pray for a mender
I find no comfort in people, things , or tender
Your body, return it to sender
You had so many other options for ****** delight
Why do that to me on multiple nights
I never wanted this, your body , or you
The insults from others don't sink in well too
Just another few reasons to only sing to the moon of my blues
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