Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Insecurity

I'm excited in my bed in front of my computer
I wanna have sex, with a hooka' a lot
and the only thing that keeps me stuck on this place
is the fact of my life be simply insecure

Raindrops falling on my  ill head
a lover is loving me upstairs
empty spaces that you've left
I'll fill it with my self-caress

lack is a strange word unknown for me
if men are dust, the mud on my feet
is gonna be my only secret company
even though it's a little pretty link

I've spent my time looking at how thin I am
there's a bone break ever when I try to bend
Baby you've figured out my body in your hands
now my mother, my mirror says to me I'm bland


Raindrops falling on my  ill head
a lover is loving me upstairs
empty spaces that you've left
I'll fill it with my self-caress


Raindrops falling on my  ill head
a lover is loving me upstairs
empty spaces that you've left
I'll fill it with my self-caress


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