Cut into my wrists
Play right into my being
Take out all the ugly parts
Know that they're the same
as the ones inside of you
Cause we're alot alike
Except for all those feelings
that I had for you that night
But, playing alittle doctor
all up in my arms
will stop these alarms
and throw out all your charms
So, now you're just this sexy thing
A being the same as I
We can walk together now
No feelings til we die
Poem Copyright here
No comments:
Post a Comment