the imprint in the mud, u can still see if u squint
and everytime i get more afraid
i'll hold back
give into this war in my head
they tell me to go, they tell me to run
all it was, was a little fun
no your wrong;
pretend that we never existed
i never saw below your belt
you didn't pull my hair as i screamed with excitement
in & out, out & in
they said we lived in sin
i'm falling again and the rails are too far off
don't catch me
I get off on this pain
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