said i'm beautiful but batshit crazy at the same time,
told me i'm out of my mind
am i dangerous? is that bad?
baby, don't you like it when i-
didn't understand how someone so sweet could be so so insane,
looked at me like i'm an angel with some devil horns under the halo,
told me i'm sick in the brain
am i dangerous? is that bad?
honey, don't you like it when i-
i know you're scared when i scream, when i bite, when i scratch your skin off, my own skin off off off
i gotta admit, i like the smell of blood and when you cry it makes me horny but what can i say?
what can i say, when i'd rather-
why use my words, when i'd rather-
I am dangerous. That might be bad.
But hey, I know you like it when I-
when I-
when I-
when I take you, get you to heaven and hell all in one day
when I lose my patience, when I make you-
when I make you-
when I rebuild you,
because that's what I do best
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Torschlusspanik
Poetry(n.) lit. "gate-closing panic"; a sense of anxiety or fear caused by the feeling that life's opportunities are passing by and diminishing as one ages or in my case, the fear of missing out on you.
