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09.02.11

You tease me all the time
I've got nothing left to hide
Spit your guts out
I'm not clean
Nor younger anymore

You pried open my legs
You hammered my womb
You stole my first kiss
And lied to me too

You whispered affections
And liked my reactions
To the pain
To the terror

You can torture me
But please don't shoot
Don't shoot
Don't make me love something that's you
Because she'll be a part of me too
Please don't shoot your gun