Is it Lust?
Or are you entitled to me?

If no means no, then why don't you fucking get it?

I would rather die than give my body to you
The colors are blurred into shades
I can feel the tension surging again
My name now carries your curse

Feeding on the casualties of misled loyalty
Forcing out any love

Only seven years
And you'll have never known my skin
Another seven years
And the life you ruined will finally be cleansed

Your lust is not love
I am not your fucking toy
I'm giving in to the guilt
I let you drag me into hell
Only seven years
You'll have never known my skin
In seven years
My life will finally begin

Is it Lust? Or is this just something meant for nothing?
You'll never change and no one can break through to you
Connections cut, forced to face the fallout

My existence is non-existent
I don't know who I am anymore

All alone in your macrocosm
The slow decay has taken its toll
The Phantom limbs will carry me home

Your lust is not love
I am not your fucking toy
I'm giving in to the guilt
I let you drag me into hell
Only seven years
You'll have never known my skin
In seven years
Our life will finally meet its end

Dead inside and only here to fuck you when you decide I need to