Giving into temptations
giving myself to you...

There is nothing I can do
A disorder is all this is...

Imperfection
coved by perfection...

Last night you took me away
to a place no one could ever find me...

The touch of your soft warm hand
the smell of your Abercrombi cologne...

He means everything to me
with a voice of ten doves...

Immature is what you say
that's all I am...

Things got worse
smiles held lies...