Well, Hey... Youre bringing back heartache, now a first name basis You shift the blame on me, but I have this crutch And it treats me well And it makes me blush You say that we went astray from the moment that we let our hands have their way... Or brains? Are they one in the same? In the moments we fake and the motions we slave Im working on my pity and Im sacrificing truth Im acknowledging the moments that Ive wasted on you Im igniting all the ladies hearts with movements set on me Im delivering the holocaust with sheep and bloody knees Im complaining while indifferent and still honestly confused I am humble, I am heartache, I am young and abused I am numb, but I feel everything, Im giving it all to you... As a gift, as a plea, as a right to abuse I lost myself, I found my way Ive touched your thighs, Ive felt your pain Ive cried out loud, Ive told the truth Ive sacrificed my hold on you Youre innocent, you spread your legs, you played your part, you had your way Youve dug your hole, youve paved the way Well, youre hip and a flop and on top of the food chain
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