No One Knows

I am sorry you don't know and you can't understand me. Here's my story take it slow. Reality can't handle me. You think you can then try. I'll warn you not to put your hand on my hip or thigh. Not on my ass or back and please don't touch my lips. Cause something "bad" goes through my mind with ever finger tip you use to find the spot at best you choose to rub me the right way. But in the end I lose myself and then we're on our way.


I am sorry you don't know and you can't understand me. Here's my story take it slow. Reality can't handle me. You think you can then try. I'll warn you not to show me fire or blades of any kind. 'Cause you don't know the things that will start running through my mind. Death does cross my mind at times. When this crooked tale begins to unwind then soon you'll understand how disturbed I really am. And yes I know I can't spell worth a damn.


I am sorry you don't know and you can't understand me. Here's my story take it slow. Reality can't handle me. You think you can then try. I'll warn you not to talk to me when I'm in a bad mood. Because I lose control you see and I tend to be crude. And when I'm rather quiet I don't talk no not a word. You know there's something wrong when only wimpers can be heard. I will not act I'll push you back. I wish you to console me. But even though I ask for help don't think you can control me.
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