There's a room on the sixth floor of my mind you alone occupy. I'm not much for guilty pleasures but something always allures me back, squandering any thoughts of resistance. I guess what I'm trying to say, is I only desire your attention when you ignore me.
So out of all the covetous ***** I spew from my lips, this still remains to be the worst one, but I cannot help myself:
I solely crave your touch when I have your hands tied behind your back.
Scared you will walk or fly, or worse yet, run away from me, I relentlessly refuse to sever the ropes and free you.

There's a room on the sixth floor of my mind you alone occupy;
A beautiful blind-folded man forcibly sitting underneath an uncomfortable, ominous spotlight at the center of the floor, shone only for interrogation.
I'm the devil's advocate with an angel's smile.
I put the "saint" in "insanity."
I realized, and now, cultivated this through your eyes like telescopes.
Concealed and blinded by my own stone hedge, I was unable to see anything beyond the little world I created for myself.
You were the matchless one strong and patient enough to diminish it.
Boy, I had you always on the fence, didn't I?
"Should I stay or should I go?"
And you stayed until you went.
And that's what I love about you.
You're gone.
And that's what I love about you.
And I love you forever.

There's a room on the sixth floor in my mind you alone occupy; sitting like a corpse and haunting me like a ghost.
And you haunt me forever.