There is something bout the rain that always make people thoughtful.
I've been thinking and I guess I've been selfish. Chained, that's what you've become.
"Kiss the boys as they walk by, call me their baby.
But little do they know, I'm just a maybe.
Maybe my baby will be the one to leave me sore.
Maybe my baby will settle the score."
Oh our fear and hates... What shakes your ground?
"I never thought I could love anyone else but myself..."
I've been sleeping with gloves on. It's extremely ridiculous. But every morning, when I see my hands, my arms, it looks so damn good. No blood stains. No marks. I feel so much better already. Although of course my happiness is shortlived by a woman I sometimes think I was forced to call Mom.
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