When his warm hands are on me
When his soth lips touch my skin
whhen he whispers softly in my ear i let him take me all over again.
Why does he lie to me?
Why does he still call?
What is my problem?
Why do I always fall?
I realize these questions really don't matter at all.
I know my name does not make his heart flutter
I know my kiss is just like any other
but when he works his ways i completely discard what i swore i wouldnt forget.
Once again my slate has been scratched
without any chance of erasing
my body is scarred
my heart is punctured but my foolish soul lets it go
I want to die
forever i want to cry
he still holds me but soon he'll let go
He says goodnite
I step outside
My heart is broken all over again
and I hurt and i plead
and i reconcile myself
i still know... it's not the last time
