Oh how the hearts a wild thing young and restless a beat of roughness , the smell of musk the scent of lust ,oh how the heart is a wild young thing painted in fear hunted down for a meaning but my heart can never be tamed.

We hurrdled branches and now your trippin twigs

Screw with me and u'll be hurt .play with my feeling your done. back away slowly and i know you werent worth it because its risky being with me but if u do i know i was a risk u were willing to take