you'll think of me later when you got to turn on Netflix and type in 'Sherlock'. you'll laugh at Benedict's badass attitude in the show, and i'll be lurking in the back of your mind.
rach rach rach rach rach
you'll be thanking me for showing you this great show and you'll be smiling because of all of the good times we've had.
but, then your fiancé will come by and kiss you on the lips, you'll hold her close and you'll probably put your hand on her waist to keep her steady. you'll take the time to pause the show and i'll be gone from your mind because now the only thing on your mind is her.
lyse lyse lyse lyse lyse
that's all you'll be thinking of. not me, not the show, but making love with her. and to be brutally honest here, it hurts. but then again, i never really was an option, now was I?
I'm just a daughter to you, while you are my hero, my savior, my glorious passion. you are the fire burning inside of me, the sweet smell of lust after love leaves. you were and are and forever will be my love.