She's back again, haunting my dreams
Calling her name, the tattoo of my screams
Don't want to escape her, but don't want to be there
I can't turn away, she's everywhere
She runs through my bloodstream, she lives in my brain
With or without, she drives me insane
I don't think I want freedom, I'm enjoying her game
I called her my Lover, she calls me her pain
True Love is torture, I'm a lustful whore
She's my narcotic, got me begging for more
She's back again, and she's haunting my dreams
But listen, that's not torture, but pleasure in screams
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Love the last line! Its got pinache!
Really well written and no breath wasted on this.
Like it a lot!
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Thanks :) The old pleasure pain arguement. What is pleasure without pain? just another feeling.
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