I don't want to pry I don't want to be called a lie but sometimes I get a nasty tingling feeling That makes me want to mutilate my ******* and light fire to my veins anything to stop him from fetishing my young brain
I think i'm done being there for those that don't deserve me why would I spend time on someone if the more time I spend with them gives them a better shot to burn me
I code my message to fit his rhyme 'cause I savor the moment in which he twists his mind his heart in my hands devoured into time I prosper in the sands of the hourglass