Disturbed

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It has to be perfect

It has to be mine

It has to be painted red

Blue?

Orange?

I want it all

I want the world to fit in my hand

Greedy drooling lips

My stomach is growling

Devour everything in my way

I have you

But I want it all

Do I have them?

Perhaps?

They have to be MINE

On leashes?

Tied to the bed?

You can't run away, love

Please don't leave me

Say you love me

Obsessed?

Tell me you're mine

Tell me it now

I want it NOW

Rake my nails down your skin

Am I lusting?

Guilt?

Where?

Oh! Is that my heart?

What's happening?

What do you see?

I want the last laugh,

You,

Them,

Her and him.

All I want is honesty..

Honesty?

It all has to be perfect

Fill those expectations

This and that

Just give it to me

Greedy?

I'm perfect you say?

I don't think that's the right term

Strange?

Oh darling

If only you saw my deepest thoughts

Do you want to?

Oh but precious

Wouldn't you run?

I'm quite a handful, I've been told.

Please don't leave me

Even if

I'm rather quite

DISTURBED

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