I talk to myself when Im alone,
I touch myself I guess it makes me a whore,
My heart bleeds and I still feel it beating out of my cheast,
It wants do run free,
It still calls your name,
Why has it not learned its leason,
My bleeding heart pumps inside of me,
Contorling my every move,
Showing me feelings I dont want to feel,
And soon your heart will be bleeding in the palm of my hand.
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