Old Flame
fits of rage empower my being
everytime i see your face
you left me with an awful taste in my mouth
something like the taste of metal
in our weakest moments we are great
in our greatest moments we become weak
i let you wheel me into your web
and use me as bait for your plan
your wickedness impails me though the heart
opening old wounds that bleed salt and alcohol
rubbing me the wrong way all the way to the bone
i imagine my life if you were never in it
and i think it would be no good
as much as you torture me with your presence
you ignite a spark that sets this room on fire
i visualize us from animalistic view
a lion and a scarecrow making love outta nothing at all
pieces of our memory taunt me everyday
especially when i wake up wet between my legs
although we both moved on the feelings still are there
we don't say we love eachother but we know we do care
when you make love to her do you picture me on top
will we ever really let these emotions stop
tonight i'll lay down and close my eyes
pretending your my hand between my thighs
damn i miss you
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