Don’t know what it is.
This heavy feeling in my body,
I’m hoping for a kiss.
From the person who treats me like I’m nobody.

His kisses are a drug.
He’s the devil in my dreams,
His presence is a bug.
But in my mind he beams.

I hate that I want him.
He turns me into a waste.
Need to see his croocked grin.
In his heart there is no space.

Don’t know what it is.
This heavy feeling in my body.
I’m hoping for a kiss.
From the person who treats me like I’m nobody.

Need his hands around my neck.
Want his warmth between my legs.
I need to keep myself in check.
I hate how I love that he makes me beg.

My body feels cold without his hands on me.
I wish that I looked like a hotty.
He knows that he can use me.
Why treat me like if I am just a hobby?

Don’t know what it is.
This heavy feeling in my body.
I’m hoping for a kiss.
From the person who treats me like I’m nobody.

“I promise I’m not using you” you say.
But why does your friend tell me you are?
You’re doing this to keep my anger at bay.
But why tear at my heart?

Oh dear devil born in august.
Why do you make me fake promises?
If only to myself I could be more honest.
Why were you my devil born in august?