I'm ashamed, cravings cry to be heard and my weakness is being without you.
The world is infested with women but you're my only plague, you're the only disease I desire.
But I've grown immune to you, and you have advanced beyond me.
Your sting can no longer paralyze but the venom you left inside my veins is still potent.
What happened between us? What stopped you and I from becoming us?
My minds eye finds you perfect, my soul calls you mine and my eyes undress you even through picture.
A perverted thing for a man to say but I fear I was never such
Because how does a man live without, how does he love without, how does he break without?
