Nothing You Can Do

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Oct 13, 2009


You bite my fingers trying to get me to move
But my eyes and my heart tell me there's nothing you can do
I'll kiss you and tell you I love you and leave
Crawl back into the place in my brain where I sleep
I'll hurt myself and numb away the pain
It's not your fault if you don't stay
I wouldn't blame you anyway
There was never anything you could do.
I'm fukced up, but I love you.

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