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I should be asleep.
Oh set me on fire and watch me burn,
Know my desires, but not my heart.
Greedy hands and solemn eyes,
I'm pleading for the flames to start.
It is not guilt for what I've done,
But aching shame for who I am.
Compulsive, doubtful and shy,
My heart belongs with the damned.
But in it all I just wish to find home,
Not in another, but in my broken soul.
I have grown weak at the hands of man,
Pick up the pieces and fix me whole.
Know my desires, but not my heart.
Greedy hands and solemn eyes,
I'm pleading for the flames to start.
It is not guilt for what I've done,
But aching shame for who I am.
Compulsive, doubtful and shy,
My heart belongs with the damned.
But in it all I just wish to find home,
Not in another, but in my broken soul.
I have grown weak at the hands of man,
Pick up the pieces and fix me whole.
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