do you really want to
really want to hurt me
cut my heart out and stick it on a skewer
and barbecue it in the moon light
because you and me my sweet
were close enough that your words cut so deep
coz closeness binds, my tender heart to your words teeth
haunt me in my slumber
haunt me in my sleep
my pathetic attempt at song writing.. ugh.. where did the golden touch go?
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