Bleed

Well, my brother sir, I wish I could tell you different.

Well, my brother sir, I wish it was.

I say to you, little sister, Iıll give no equivocal hint.

I say to you, my bratty, that I love the pain.

Oh, but love, pray for me to above.

Pray, pray, my chelloveck, for me to be sane.

Well, my brother sir, I cannot and will not deny it.

Well, my bratty of sin, I wish I could.

And I have told you many times, I cannot hide it.

My little devotchka, donıt you wish I would?

I say to you in my reverence, that I do love you.

I wish, my sinful lover, that I did not like it.

You could tell me, my starry veck, youıd help me fight it.

But all in truth, I will not lie, Sir.

But all in truth, I would die for absolute sure. I want you to bind me in restraint,

look me in the eye as my soul, by you, slowly taints.

Recount why you love me,

whisper it in my ear.

Tell me why you want me

while you hold me near.

I want you to hurt me,

I want to be in your need.

I want you to want me,

I want you to make me bleed.

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