You feed your lust on the doubts you insinuate, and your sweet disclosures draw me in like insects to the web. But god, I can see the ravenous thirst in your eyes as you can’t wait to get me in bed. And all of my words are tangled up like the knots in your hair as you drown it out with cheap vodka. Don’t let me be your accomplice in this deceit because love isn’t the only thing you’ve murdered.
You say you’re sorry that I’m gone. I say you’re sorry that I’m taken.
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