Satisfying in the sickest way, venture out and play.
The blood on my tongue is from licking my wounds.
Oh the shame,
I savor my scars.
Karmatic consequences fill my days.
Needing him when he's not there.
It's a war just to love you,
yet I'm winning the battle to love myself more.
I'm all the love [we] could need,
but in the effort I can't mold you to the perfection my mind has come to know.
Swinging, climbing, exploring...on the poligamy playground
Down there I'm free to cheat you with myself.
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