Baby, it's ecstasy bring me up high,
leaving you along, so far down below,
with selfish little thoughts ,
I run into such danger, purposely bewildered
at the touch of his hands.
I feel it on me now,
and I'm weaker in the knees.
My all time high has taken me down,
his touch is too unbearable,
and his words extremely too much.
I feel him rust up on me,
his hands upon my hips.
And, I oddly fall asleep,
awaking by your side.
So, baby choose for me..
Methylphenidate or Ritalin?
