Yeah. Pick up the pace now. C'mon. Yeah. This feel like that tight shit. That make you just go get the keys to your whip. And just bounce. Bounce bounce bounce.
I feel it, this tension inside of me. Pressure that's presently pushing down on me. The first time it starts with just you and I. Repeating myself but you don't hear me.
I still miss you, I still care,. sometimes I swear you're still here.. Do you miss me? Do you care?. Does it hurt that I'm not there?. . Told me you need something better..