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Wandering eyes through the rain The water was cold and my hands were shaking I took a taste It was such a waste Left a line of blood upon my face Voices emerge from the crowd inside Their bodies entwined Moving side to side A mob of flesh It was easy to hide I laid my head on the door and closed my eyes It smelled so sweet so I came in close And in the din of the lights I couldn't possibly know that this would turn to something deadly in the sense of being dead And then this touch... It became a scene Futile attempts to return clean And half a heart that hopes for it to mean a little more than touch for touch Touch me Touch me Hold me close and never let me go Touch me Hold me Leave me dead and never let me know you never wanted this From Letras Mania