I used to want him, only because he had everything I wanted: You.
Now I'm wondering if I don't actually want him for who he really is, a man who notices me and stares at me like I'm gold, he looks at me with lust. I want to ask him if he touches himself thinking of me.
Do you fuck her and think about me?
Do you both think about me?
Can I cut you? Just a little bit. I want your pain to become my pleasure, and believe me it will become yours too.
I don't want you despite your darkness, I want you because of your darkness.
I'm gonna be your little dirty secret. How long will it last? Shall we live the present and forget about the rest?
Let's escape and leave everything behind.
The only problem is...
I want her too.
