There's a fresh hunger in my soul
That I get every time we're kissing...
Holding your hands in the night
Holding your body next to me...
Sometimes I wish I could pretend
maybe switch places with someone else...
Lying in the bathtub
The water soaks into my skin...
His clammy fingers touch her pure complexion
His putrid breath, stains her perfection...
I remember looking down from the balcony
curtains closing, standing next the railing...
Like nothing I've ever felt before,
Like the shreds of twine that meddle...
You were so Precious to me,
But its like i wasn't to you...
Thinking of the past,
each night I go to bed...
Liquid pain
falling down the drain...
This Time, I Win
I broke my vocal chords...
She wanted to be perfect
Like the girls in magazines...