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/