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i promised that i'd never tell

i swore on my dignity

but i gave too much with every touch

look where it's gotten me

lips like blood, a kiss like snow

i found out far too late

this box of lies he'd advertise

so soon sealed off my fate



distress

somehow always fills me

deceit

always finds a way to hold me

confess

you're the only one who knows me

what a shame i never let go before



i'm in pieces once again

not much left to give of what you didn't take

i admit to give in went beyond natural sin

so how can the past change our mistakes?