Jessie Jett - Bleed

Scratch my skin, scratch it please.
Scratch it so you will make it bleed.
Take my words, throw them down.
Take your words, they're the only sound.
To only your's is an understanding.
For only mine is just so demanding.
Scratch my skin, scratch it please.
Scratch it cause you make me bleed.
My thoughts and love,
They pour.
Love just pours,
out of all these gaping sores.
Take my words, lead them to contridict.
Take your words, an understanding tries to fit.
Scratch my skin, make it bleed.
Though in my heart to be let free.
My thoughts and love,
They pour.
Love longs pours
past all those gapping sores.
Take my words, hear my heart.
Take your words, we're reliving a start.
Take this skin, leave it at ease.
To stop it,
for I don't bleed.

Jessie Jett

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