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You Make Me Sick
written by Morbid Angel09:23 PM 1/31/05| If I'm too afraid to touch you, then kissing you will hurt so much. The sight of you sets my mind into overdrive, it used to be good but it's took a turn for the worst. How could you do this to me? Please just get your hands off me...I can't not kiss you, you mean too much to me. But thats all it is, I'll try not to make contact with you...I'm keeping my distance. But my lips keep locking onto yours, and when your hands run down my spine I can't help but take you into my arms. To have and to hold forever, no matter who else you're fucking. I know theres no harm in looking but why do you insist on rubbing it in my face and making it so much more obvious that your heart doesn't belong to me? Don't say that you love me. I can tell the difference between love and lust...you don't need me, you might want me, but you don't live for me. The way I live for you. Are you even aware that I know what you're doing to me...the thought of you makes me sick, if you touch me it might kill me. |
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