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Don't You Want To See?
There's just always been something about you.
I'm not sure if it was your flawless smile, or the eyes that could make me melt, there's, just..that special something that pulls me back into the trap.
Wherever your words, lies or truth, would take me, I didn't mind being.
The place, was perfect for my stupid teenage mind.
The things you would say, would keep me high for days at a time.
The things you could do to me were unthinkable.
I could never forget those nights I lied awake, wondering what you were dreaming about, and if you were dreaming about me.
But the nights I did sleep, you're all my dreams consisted of.
Whether they ended up in me waking up crying, terrified, or ready to do anything, you filled my dreams, with hope.
The hope I have for your love is always broken by others getting in the way of our happiness.
The things we could've been.
The things we could've done.
Does she make you feel the same fucking way I used to?
Does she do the fucking things for you that I do?
Did she give you that high I gave you? The high, that we both crave.
The high that could get us through anything?
I need you.
I want you.
But she won't let me fucking have you.
She's greedy.
Selfish.
The Devil wearing a beautiful girl's mask.
But we both know who you want. Who you've always wanted.
She's the one that's taken you from me, once again.
Don't you see what I could do for you, that she can't?
Open your eyes.
What you need is right in front of you.
Catch me.
I dare you.
I'll show you what ectasy really feels like.
I'm not sure if it was your flawless smile, or the eyes that could make me melt, there's, just..that special something that pulls me back into the trap.
Wherever your words, lies or truth, would take me, I didn't mind being.
The place, was perfect for my stupid teenage mind.
The things you would say, would keep me high for days at a time.
The things you could do to me were unthinkable.
I could never forget those nights I lied awake, wondering what you were dreaming about, and if you were dreaming about me.
But the nights I did sleep, you're all my dreams consisted of.
Whether they ended up in me waking up crying, terrified, or ready to do anything, you filled my dreams, with hope.
The hope I have for your love is always broken by others getting in the way of our happiness.
The things we could've been.
The things we could've done.
Does she make you feel the same fucking way I used to?
Does she do the fucking things for you that I do?
Did she give you that high I gave you? The high, that we both crave.
The high that could get us through anything?
I need you.
I want you.
But she won't let me fucking have you.
She's greedy.
Selfish.
The Devil wearing a beautiful girl's mask.
But we both know who you want. Who you've always wanted.
She's the one that's taken you from me, once again.
Don't you see what I could do for you, that she can't?
Open your eyes.
What you need is right in front of you.
Catch me.
I dare you.
I'll show you what ectasy really feels like.
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