Oh when you're submissive you become addictive. I'm so sorry for the secretive captivity. You're nails become stained red and dry; what is there to hide besides how lively your shadows can be. Fucking monsters are following me. My mentality can be quite bore as it pleases to be. I've seen down a barrel, it's no surprise to me that I haven't been pleased to see such epiphany of what life can be. Craving you're sensitivity, and you're probably tipsy by this time baby. I'm having trouble seeing you see me as a happy little lady. I'm not lying, but I'm hiding. So please, quit bragging to me because I'm probably not okay.