Who are you...to love a virgin whore?
a heart so guarded seeking a heart so torn
you hold me as if every time was the first
your body so untouched mine so battered and worn

Who am I...to think that I could love again?
a mind so corrupt wanting scar-less skin
I want you more than I can put in words
but this seems like a battle I can not win

Who are we...to ever dream of innocence like this?
lives so different needing memories we've missed
and each day gets harder not to love you
every minute has gotten harder since we first kissed.
 
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