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Private

The way you touch my face

Will never take her place here

Deep in thoughts rearranged

I yeam for something deviant

She liked to send me motivational tapes

Her words are blistering, yet soothing all the same

And you women taste like nothing compared to her

I warp inside my face, I find myself alone in words

Deep ingrown, isolate, I yearn for something deviant

She says «I'm lonely.»

She says «I can’t forget your face.»

She says «It's nothing.»

She says this everytime we speak

I want to be there.

I want to fix everything

But I can’t do anything except listen to motivational tapes

Her voice is like something from the dead

You’ll never satisfy me

You women smell like nothing

You’ll never satisfy me

You women smell like nothing

You’ll never satisfy me

You women taste like nothing