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| Singed - Published Dr. Indicatti / BMI 1998 | |
| In a perfect world of your design Our roles would be so well defined You the martyr with a dubious past Me clinging on with a desperate grasp You fantasize my heart you’ll burn The truth you’ll find will not be so kind ( to your ego) You’ve only singed the surface of my skin (wounds are shallow) Singed – your words only singed I’m not falling apart Burned by the sun – new skin But the healing’s begun Your efforts obviously in vain Don’t fret my "too unbearable pain" As if my whole world would unhinge Your words don’t burn they merely singe My boiling blood intensifies |
A slight bruising of the male ego on matters of the heart. Kaila |
