Caffeine infested, spread, invaded. It keeps sweeping through, fresh waves of doubt from the night before...
The urge to cry doesn't stop, yield to my will, wait til I'm alone. The track keeps playing in my mind, all the mistakes. To have a good lover or a trusted partner, both are preferred as a package deal I can't afford or find...
You force me to keep stripping and exposing my thoughts to you. I'm vulnerable, at a disadvantage, at your mercy.
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