The Pretender

Do you know how many hands have brushed with mine this week alone?
Do you know how many mouths I have kissed in this lifetime
If I had your lips on mine tonight
I don’t think I would ever forgive myself for the lack of remorse I would experience

My soul would know for certain, this house is not one of God
but rather pain and sin

I want what I want
and sometimes
that is trouble.

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