the meanings cease to horizons.
its just your voice wafting idly
the symptoms of my chronic addiction.
shouldn't have let you conquer me completely
yet, could i have had said "No"?
it feels so good enough...
the grounds are tangents no more.
such sinister partners to your charms.
its just this harbinger of some feelings
pouring out your countenance to life.
shouldn't have let you talk to me so sweetly
its a grotesque divulgence.
yet it feels good enough...
and i completely lost myself
is it only fair to be at your mercy?
but i can't want it no other way.
you are the cancer that ate me up...
you are the cancer that ate me up...
why does it still feels good enough?
