She used to be my soul sister. Best friend I ever had, till my mind got twisted all around. Now shes gone and I miss her. Some nights so bad. I'm hoping that she'll come back around..
Obsecne desire of my obsession. I tried to make her my possesion, but love and lust must live free. Now the spell I threw, is coming back to me.. Chorus: Well I feel like I'm roped and tied. Shes takin me for a ride, slow suicide..