Our Sick Story
When we danced, so pristine and
knee deep in sin, balls deep in hate,I see your face
I see your face and it tears me,tears me up
my mouth is full of love, my head is held in shame
when you kiss me, do you still taste her
are you thinking of, are you thinking of me
with your lips pressed tightly up against his skin
does your body still scream my name
hold your breath and keep it
trapped with secrets
till your turning cold blue with guilt ...