I ripped my fucking hand
Tore open the skin
Exposed the muscle
And stared at the hole begging for closure
I bled out in a car that ran on broken dreams
But nothing will hurt
As much as your touch
Nothing will kill me more
As much as your look
Holding onto a hook
That you control
I'm bleeding but I won't let go
Because I long for a kiss
Show me what it's like to be loved again
Tell me you miss me
Because I need to be known again.
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