Please don’t go.
Can I make you stay?
I want to hear your words.
I want to make this chaos work,
in my little world.
The focus of attraction,
replace my whole volition.
Please don’t go.
I want to make this work,
with the chaos of my little world.
I see fires shining bright,
safe down in the Otherside.
With a black heart of contempt,
I might be complete.
Is it really so revolting,
when I feel good when men are weak?
Is it just contemplating,
when I feel the heat?
I see you wishing,
for the best of me.
I can hear your,
sweet nothings.
I can taste your,
sacrificed landing.
The flavor of the weak.
