and i don't think i'm notyoursanymore because (of all those liesandhow) you ranawayfrommytears and i couldn't stand pretending not to be (al)one of thosegirls you fuckedanddestroyed. it's funnyhow you want me back, while all i do is danglesexinfront of other boys like stainedsheets (virginity stolenandit'syourversion of kleptomania): you think it's beautifulwheniscream, the pain turnedyou on while istruggledtobreakfree from lust. and i don't think i'm notyoursanymore.