- Flow.

This is me, intoxicated,
Vision blurry
Feeling uncomfortabely tight.
Baby got me tied up.
And I´m loving it
fiending for this.
All though I see what it is
No love but an addiction
Bittersweet words
a preview of things that will never be

Still I'm giving it.
Baby must think I dont give a shit.
But I do.
Make up, lingerie, parfume,
Camouflages this shit I'm going through.
Insecurities? not me..
You'll be guessing,
but you'll never see.
What's behind the talking & touching.
You think I want this
Would you care if I´m bluffing?

superficial, grind and kiss
Its nothing more than it is.
Now look at me.
You're way too drunk to see.
Way too high to believe.
Go ahead, strangle me,
you know you want me
dead or alive, satisfy and drive
pull my hair and grasp on me
Playing foolish games
you're killing me
But baby I´m fast
And you know I´m smart
Still unaware of the facts
Baby was a murderer from the start