Mar 08, 2007 16:50
I can see what we've done, is out of my character
Your bones feel like sin, God what have I done to her
My knees buckle in, as the weight of my sin
Overtakes me - My hands cut like knives
You're filthy, you liar, you're a hypocrite too
The pleasures annulled by the guilt that ensues
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