Hold me in your clutches
Hold me in your grasp
I have pined so long for your soft touches
So, keep me closed tight, like a string of pearls to their clasp
Yes, I have marks of misery
That are unfortunately embedded upon me
My apologies to you, that I am such a mystery
And I left you on beckoned knee
Know I look at myself as if I have a greasy face
All the while listening to sullen songs of nothing
I'm sorry you think I captured you with intentions of debase
But, inevitably, it's you I miss loving
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