Making me fall yet you're here
for while. Stop getting me addicted
to your presence yet tomorrow
you'll be a million a mile. Stop
touching my heart with warmth
when the next minute I'll be alone
in cold of desolation without even a consolation, stop wetting my lips
with your kisses yet soon they'll be
desert dry and my eyes wet from
a day long cry, stop giving me hope
when there's nothing for me
stop satisfying me...you won't
stay to do it everyday...stop it.
stop... this pleasure
will be so painful
to remember
after you're
gone my
love...