The taste is still in my mouth
the memory is fresh on my tongue
my heart still feels you there
fake feelings my mind uses to bare
it wasn't my fault I swear to god
I saw you ready for me, ready for love
where did I go wrong, where is my head
"I want to see you again" you said
The warmth is still on my arm
the touch is fresh on my skin
my heart still feels you there
fake feelings my mind uses to bare
~ Hillary Veneziale
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