I wish that I could blame you,
It's not my fault too, though.
I don't have rights to claim you,
You don't owe me your soul.
I want your touch on my skin,
Your poison in my mouth,
Contaminate my bloodstream,
Forget about the vows.
The vows that were not for me,
The ones I'll never hear.
I know, you'll keep your promise;
You know you always will.
promises
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