I Have a Confession
I Have a confession
I HAVE A CONFESSION, BUT I'M SCARED TO TELL YOU.
IT'S MORE OF AN OBSESSION, BUT WHAT CAN I DO?
WHEN I'M ALONE, I CAN'T HELP WHERE MY THOUGHTS GO.
I LET MY MIND WANDER, BUT I'M SURE YOU ALREADY KNOW. YOU TAKE OVER MY BODY, AND IT'S YOUR HANDS OFFERING ME RELEASE.
OVER AND OVER UNTIL I'M LOST IN MY SHEETS.
WHEN YOU'RE DONE, IT'S LIKE YOU WERE NEVER THERE.
I KNOW IT'S WRONG AND I SHOULDN'T CRAVE MORE, BUT I DON'T CARE.
SO I LET YOU BACK IN AND TELL MYSELF THIS IS THE LAST TIME.
BUT THAT'S A LIE BECAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS THERE WHENEVER I CLOSE MY EYES.
Copyright © Praful Rao | Year Posted 2022
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