Your my letter that comes after w.
But i can't figure out why i'm still in love with you.
Like paper to glue it seems like i'm stuck to you.
Time after time i tell myself not to fuck with you, but it's something about you...
And i just don't know what it is.
Your my drug of choice and right now daddy i need a fix!
I'm going through withdrawls because your not next to me.
I'm feaning for your stimulation mentally, emotionally, and sexually.
My body achs so bad because your not holding me!
I don't know whats taking control of me.
The only thing that i could say this could be... is me falling back in l.o.v.e. With you...
My letter that comes after w.