We were both sick in a way,
Me wanting you,
You wanting me,
We were torturing each other and we loved it.
That's sick.
The way you controlled my head,
The way I played with your heart.
The little lion and the lamb.
If you ask me they were both equally in the wrong.
Oh, the sick Lion,
Oh, the sick Lamb.
Which one was I?
Or does it matter?
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
We were both sick in a way,
Me wanting you,
You wanting me,
We were torturing each other and we loved it.
That's sick.
The way you controlled my head,
The way I played with your heart.
The little lion and the lamb.
If you ask me they were both equally in the wrong.
Oh, the sick Lion,
Oh, the sick Lamb.
Which one was I?
Or does it matter?
I'm not sure, i just wanted to say that it wasn't okay.