Is that I am a violent person
And I can go out of control...
I don't want to lean on you-I want otherwise
Oh, your head against my shoulder...
Smell of your skin
While I fumble with your hair
Run into your arms
And stay there forever-if forever exists
Paint you perfectly
Then stab a knife across the canvas.
Become asphyxiated by your presence
The sweet feeling of choking and the acceleration muscular contractions...
Where are you?
And I can go out of control...
I don't want to lean on you-I want otherwise
Oh, your head against my shoulder...
Smell of your skin
While I fumble with your hair
Run into your arms
And stay there forever-if forever exists
Paint you perfectly
Then stab a knife across the canvas.
Become asphyxiated by your presence
The sweet feeling of choking and the acceleration muscular contractions...
Where are you?
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