don't, you, T - O - U - C - H me, boy,
don't you give me those puppy-dog eyes full of
betrayal and compassion and hidden anger
I know exactly what you're fucking capable of,
exactly what you'd do if I gave you a moment of my time.
you would worm your way into the
final soft spot in my hardened heart, you would
beg me to let you in again. you would
make me dirty, dirty, Dirty.
you would leech away at me, steal
my blood and bones.
and I would let you, let you, because you
know which strings to pull, which buttons to push.
how can you live with yourself, boy? how can you
not see what you have done to me?
I dare you to hate yourself.