Tell me secrets
In the dark;
Let me find out
Who you are.
Whisper sweet things
In my ear;
Make me think
You want me near.
I was not made
To be loved;
I'm designed
For giving up.
Let me pretend
A day or two
I could belong
To a man like you.
My skin is but
A jail cell
Hiding my own
Private hell.
I wish that I
Could let you in,
But there's no getting
Out again.
Love -- a fun,
A dangerous game.
Can't have the flowers
Without the flames.
You'd be better off alone,
But I wish that I
Could call you Home.
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