| It could kill me, but make me happy | |
| The way he smiled, Makes me know this may be the last time I live, May be the last time I breathe in the toxic of his deadly love | |
| the toxins that make me breathe, but the same that make me die... the way his eyes danced in the night, make this gleeful poison all the more addicting | |
| I crave him, his touch, his deference I know I should run from him in self preservation but we both know I cant leave this overwhelming obsession crawls like bull ants under my skin...biting, hot like the fevered lust between us | |
| I crave him, his touch, his deference I know I should run from him in self preservation but we both know I cant leave this overwhelming obsession crawls like bull ants under my skin...biting, hot like the fevered lust between us | |
| running through the darkness my feet dancing over hot coals |
