Making me sick and my stomach turns
Grab hand I don’t wanna let go
Sorry if my cheeks turn red
Blood is pumping I stare at the floor
Count up to 10 and now I want it more
Touch me again and my skin burns
I don’t like that i like it though
This is difficult
Lemme be your little baby, have it all
Is it wrong?
I sound delusional
So when you kiss me envision something beautiful
And I see you in my dreams, please don’t hate me
If I let the words come out I’ll sound crazy
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