My poor lover arrives at my floor
I hope she comes in blind or sexually sore
Cause I am guilty, my clothes on the floor
And not hers among them, cause I needed more

I shook the evil, from the cave in my mind
And I let lose and demon I kept hidden for a time
Born with another voice that I stifle so deep
And it scares me to hear it, I lose sight of everything

I still affiliate with the whims of my youth
When I held many other girls with a heart so aloof
I grew to never lose with I feared to become
and it's part of reflection I had missed when we begun