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Abandoned
I feel the tide at my feet
I taste the lies on his tongue
I no longer feel the lust
I felt when we were young
I feel his hands under my shirt
But I feel a coldness in my soul
And my hearts already shredded
So how can he make it whole?
God put me here
In this godforsaken place?
Then that explains why
I could never find my faith
Devil slips his hands to my waist
Then slides between my thighs
And on his tongue
I no longer taste lies
I just feel heat
And a readiness to devour
I feel abandonment from everyone
So I give in to his powers
I taste the lies on his tongue
I no longer feel the lust
I felt when we were young
I feel his hands under my shirt
But I feel a coldness in my soul
And my hearts already shredded
So how can he make it whole?
God put me here
In this godforsaken place?
Then that explains why
I could never find my faith
Devil slips his hands to my waist
Then slides between my thighs
And on his tongue
I no longer taste lies
I just feel heat
And a readiness to devour
I feel abandonment from everyone
So I give in to his powers
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