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Lust. More.I need sorrow.

Bruised. Stained. I'll see tomorrow.

Holding punctures in your hands of blood.

Willingness to strain your voice, you yearn.

I'll be waiting in the hall you paved.

But we'll be leaving here in time. In due time.

I can’t change when you always stay the same.

Just to bleed away my heart and take away my name.

Since I have no place to go, just take me to the edge and carry me away

I'm ashamed. In the dead of night

Lies, and surprise. I'll be following.

Cries and denies. In the bed you made.

Lust. More. I need sorrow

Bruised. Stained. I'll see tomorrow.

I'll insist that you run back home.

Lust, lust, lust.