You've gotten older....
You've gotten colder.
Your eyes have seen so much....
What sin have you yet to touch?
Your body may be young
But what haven't you done?
Sometimes you grow up so fast
Innocence isn't something that can last
So why pretend?
Let this end
Fall into my arms
You like this harm
You know you do.....
I will shape you.
No comments:
Post a Comment