What happens when my will to do it turns too strong?
Do I just lock away my lips and let them crave?
Just tell me what to do, don't take the secret to the grave.
You`re merciless, your silence kills me slowly everyday
How could I shut my soul, how could I throw the pain away?
You can't just mend two weeks of absence with a kiss
I`m not of stone, my heart's a proof, it's you I miss.
She bounces in this chest of mine like she's done drugs
She`ll ask for hundred kisses then for a thousand hugs
Slowing her beat she`ll melt hearing your voice:
Tune of my life. The rest is just sheer noise.
I need you not and yet I want you here
There is no "us" and yet I want you near.
A shot of high you are, directly in my veins
After three weeks of rehab, the need of you remains.
I want my long hair back, I want to look like a girl again. I want to be beautiful and not look like a guy. I also wand to be able to love my body just the way it is, and not have to deal with bulimia and anorexia every single fucking day of my life. But that will never happen, I just know it.