I'm sorry that I'm such a fuck up.
I'm sorry that I can't stick
To one body at a time.
I'm really sorry that I couldn't stay.
It's really not my fault you see,
I guess I'm used to being touched,
By many hands
All at once.
I'm sorry if this sounds fucked up but,
I've come to crave
The groping hands of strangers
On my body
Anytime, everywhere...
I've come to learn
How to keep mute,
When they grope and squeeze
And grope and squeeze,
My naked body
At odd hours.
I'm sorry that I ran,
That I run everytime
That I ran again
When you said you loved me.
Love is scary you see
I've become used to hearing it,
Right before they touch and grab
And touch and grab,
My pliant body,
And use and dump
And use and dump
Me, myself, I...
Everytime
I let my guard down.
I'm sorry for these tears.
Really, I am
Sorry that they don't stop,
Sorry that I cry,
Everytime you touch me.
Touch is pain,
Touch is pain,
It's all I know,
And so I can't stop
The tears from falling
Everytime another hand
Reminds me of the others
The ones before.
May