I, I am confused, fighting myself [biting myself]
Wanting to give in, needing your help
Skin cold with fear, fear lives when we touch
Outside I don’t know you, but inside I’m fucked
Can you see it in me, skin cold from touch
Each turn confronted with what I have done
You pull me closer, I push you away
You tell me it’s okay, I can’t help but feel the pain
I hate you
Why are you taken?
I love you
I feel so helpless
Why is it you?
ripping my insides each time I’m with you
why do I cry/try?
why do I really need to?
Why!
Fuck you, bitch!
need to . . . fuck . . .
slut