Girl alone, bored. My father-lover is in the line and he's all I need to smile But... there's a hunger in me I got watching Torbjorn's pHotos and things falling for teachers that barely know my name A desire to rub, to feel To venture that Deep. A desire to taste, a desire to be. Don't know what will be. The body feels lonely, but so does the soul. The room is turning empty; like the heart. There's an excess of imagination in her bones. She kisses their lips in her deepest swoon And to come, there lie a few unknown moans
It was a suicidal act, a path to life. What am I doing? I lost my mind. but it's alright I don't need it that much.
Got ignited in a Christmas night Oh, oh, oh. It's way too much. Idle hands are angelic work. This I know.