I often find myself lurking.
Scoping like an owl, feeling like I need something from you
Just nervously embracing our moments
But to know I've fucked it up with you
Doesn't hurt like it should.
How you want me to be battered
But I can't, and I'll apologise for the burns it's leaving on you
Saying that I disgust you
And your need to scar me like I did you is overwhelming;
So yes I will gladly admit that I wronged you
Did you dirty and tore you
I will sadly raise my shame to the air and say it strangely cuts me to see you
Not yearning for me like you use to