I know there's something wrong with me I can feel it, and no amount of medicine or bandages can heal it.

I'm so distorted that love and lust for me are almost the same, cause I never feel the connection unless I'm doing the shame.

Or maybe not the shame I'll call it the experimental hour.

As two become one and I'm overcome with something that's ours.

A feeling that rushes through the body. Leaving me with a desire to do nothing but be naughty.

The difference with you is I felt the connection before anything happened, and being with you is all that I could imagine.

I do care for you I know I do, and for you there's nothing I wouldn't do.

So if  you give me the chance I can make you smile, keep all your secrets and let you know that I'll be here for a while.

But in the end there's a sad truth that must be said, I've cheated just to get you, so our relationship is already dead.