Skin Grows Cold
Your heart beats black without my hate I taste your scent of hopeless waste Your skin grows cold Without the touch Of careless girls who care too much They break you with their flesh and breath And keep you close with sticky sex Those pretty whores will make you cry They'll steal your thoughts You've lost your mind Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 05:39 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Your heart beats black without my hate..."