The Lust Of My Eye May Blind You
|Even after knowing all you accepted me as your destiny.|
I needed you to shoulder me when I cry,
I needed you to bolster as a trophy in front of public eyes.
You were the object of my lust...
Because I would have never done what I did with you to the person I love.
I still remember the times when you just wanted to hold my hand,
When you needed someone to comfort...
How I counted your emotional fall-outs as my opportunities to bed you outright.
Even today when I talk about you, I say you were a mistake I made.
The irony is that even now you won't accept
That it was not love.... no love ever that I had.
You were just an object to me, my possession for a while.
I have no repentance baby....
You keep coming to me, I'll keep using you.