There once was a guy
Who was not right in the head
All he thought was “how do I get girls in my bed”
   Lure
       Drug
          ******
              Comfort
Which way will work, I don’t care, I need them
Entrap the girls ******* on my bed
Giving them what I think they want
My big throbbing head
Fulfilling my needs and fantasy’s
My unconsciousness will be the death of me
As they toss, turn and scream to stop
Only fuels my engine to remain on top

My imagination running wild
Paraphrasing this problematic disease within myself
As I take advantage of girls who have no clue what I’m about
Is this me or my disease ruining the lives of so many girls in between
I will finish with her and let her go
After she gives me one quick blow
Getting off one last time
Smiling as she’s ******* it
One inch at a time

This is now the end for me and my wild, crazy fantasy’s
I’ve been caught in my worst nightmare yet
Living my life in constant
   Pain
      Fear
          And
             Regret