I hate that the girls you talk to
Listen to the same songs that I do
Probably made the same jokes in better taste
Given a standing ovation for what I'd receive a grimace face
You fuck me like it's a chore
I fuck you like it's what I'm built for
I suppress and oppress myself
So digress, save your speech
I'd die to be in your arms
You'd lie to be freed of me
I hate the way you protect their names
I've spent my nights begging you for the same
And you only met her a week ago
After two years, I'm the one you don't seem to know
You love me like it's a chore
I love you like I am yours
I suppress and oppress myself
So digress, save your speech
I'd die to be in your head
You'd like to be freed of me
(You fuck me like it's a chore
You love me like it's a chore)
(I fuck you like it's what I'm built for
I love you like I am yours)
(You fuck me like it's a chore
You love me like it's a chore)
(I fuck you like
I love you like) I am yours
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
