Round and round we go
In criss crosses and circles and vertical lines
I have never been so apathetic
About what becomes of me before
And what of all this love bullshit?
Things I can never say out loud
Because it's wrong to crave what I crave
In every inch of me
That wants for every inch of you
My hands are tied, and I'm flat against the mattress
Staring at the ceiling with my eyes closed
Blood dripping from every pore
At least, inside my head
Where it all comes to an end
And you've done the most humane thing here, I assume
If looks could kill
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