Your hands across my back
I have bare skin
I have to get away
Everytime you win
They sting my flesh
I start to cry
I want my mom
I'm going to die
They trusted you
I never did
From the time we met
The secrets were hid
When you walked through the door
I ran to hide
They asked me about it today
And again I lied
Ciera Ivey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sinful-guy/
