Desire, I turn to you
leave me high and dry until
my mind is just another entity
I cannot seem to find;
it's only feeling,
and it'll never be this good again
so
hold on tight, your breath is right
don't ever let me out of your sight
Walking away evading consequence
your inherent cruelty
leaves me clawing at the walls;
now I'm floating, I feel nothing
but I'm hot to trot and on your tail
so
I'll bite down
just to see if I still bleed
this is the mess you left of me
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