everyday im gone is a day he didnt
yet memory feeds his force to me hard as ten men
and i am naked on the bed again
my legs spread again
my body betrays me
but its not the first time
hey, at least it didnt take me by suprise
i have learned through abuse
to perfect the art of being functionally in panic
you could call me a manic
but i would fall again
make him feel tall
yea ill call him a big man
and he'd say its so small
itll never be like that again
dont be scared babygirl
just let me in
let me in
let me in
everyday im gone is a day he didnt
but there comes a point in depression
when your pain is self-inflicted
so i am addicted
to naked on the bed again
my legs spread again
this time my man moves
smooth between my hips
but it hurts like the first time
someone licked the sugar coating off my eyes
and now, sometimes under covers
i cant tell liars from lovers
it's nearly ten years to the day
G-d got me
dropped me in the hands of grace
and
2007-10-03
19:13:16
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and my lover is holding my face in her hands
there are tears in her eyes again
ive been telling lies again
cutting my thighs with the razors i hide in our closet
and at this moment
i know she loves me
inspite of everything
that i am
not
2007-10-03
19:13:55 ·
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