They want you thinking you are as easy as a piece of cake. Not realizing that you are as sour as a lime, as spicy as a chili pepper. So you **** yourself before any of them can get to you first.
You play with yourself life Tchaikovsky played the piano, to feel a certain high. To feel anything that might make you forget the pent-up anger that you have build up for years. Those stupid souls, they will never understand, they will never know.
They want you. It's an addiction, it's an obsession. You can't get away.