In the most intimate parts of my brain I dreamt of being used by you But I wasn’t I was ready to take this pain If you said that you wanted me to
I was ready to take your feelings To swallow them and become happy But I didn’t As you didn’t let me in In your holy and intimate temple
I was ready to play you with my moves To make you break into tiny pieces But I was played Now I’m not sure where is the truth In your calculated game thesis