Make it stop, make it stop
But it feels so good
My guilty pleasure
The rush...the rush is something I have never felt before
It has heart pounding begging for more
But the very thought of it makes me wanna puke
I hate it, I hate it so
Seeing them scream in pain and agony
This is not who I am!
I'm afraid
Still I want more and it is driving me insane
I sicken myself as I search for a reason to finally let it all go
To make some poor soul pay the price that is not there's to own up to alone
But as my fist swings back and foward I do not care
I just smile and laugh as if it is game to me
But when I finally come back to me sense I wish to cry
The sight is something I despise and I just wonder to myself
Was this really me, I couldn't be
I'm too sweet an innocent to have done something so voracious
But it was me and I hate it
I HATE IT!
Make it go away
Make it stop, make it stop
I don't care how much I enjoy it
Just make it go away
I beg I don't want to hurt anyone else
please, this pleasure is not fun
I beg of thee release me from this torment
I just want to be free of this guilty pleasure
So please just make it stop...

I can't live this life any longer


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