I, I am confused, fighting myself
Wanting to give in, needing your help
Skin cold with fear, feel it when we touch
Outside I know you, but inside I'm fucked
Can you see it in me, skin cold from touch
Each turn confronted with what I have done
You pull me closer, I push you away
You tell me it's okay, I can't help but feel the pain
I hate you
Why are you taken?
I loved you
I feel so helpless
Why is it you?
Ripping my insides each time I lay with you
Why do I cry (try)?
Why do I really (fucking) need to?
Fuck you, bitch!
Need to fuck
Bipolar, going from depression of the impossibility to be (officially I presume) loved, to turning against this person kicking, screaming and cursing her name; she wants you differently than you want her.