Your hands on my skin,
They keep me alive,
Because without your touch, darling,
I don't know how I'd thrive.
But the funny thing is, you see,
That you function perfectly well, baby,
When you don't have me.
I don't know if you know how it feels,
To be the only one turning the wheel.
But baby, it hurts
Because my feelings are real.
But you just don't see,
How much you mean to me,
And in the end,
You'll be
My self-inflicted catastrophe.
// This one is based off of DirkJake, from Dirk's POV.
