Oxygen please.

Whatever,

I wear my heart on my sleeve

and I'll slip it into your drink.

Yes, that's what I'll do.

you'll grow weak,

and we'll be madly in love.

Or maybe not.

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

But I won't use it as your drug.

I won't pretend that we're in love.

And I won't say it.

Let's just play innocent,

and point fingers when mommy asks.

With this power,

I'm reaching into your soul.

And taking all I will claim.

My own, is yours

and vice versa.

You.

Control my thoughts,

and when i push you away,

it kills me.

That's why I can't breathe.

because this hate has built up.

and I'm reading it wrong.

upside down,

right to left.

maybe it it's

Right side up,

left to right.

thinking is holding me back.

but I'm making more mistakes than you know.

Love was defined as our passion.

I feel it was our lust.

Oxygen please?