First part of the story, its gonna be written out of order. This is the affair between Eve and the Toy.
Covered up by a thinly veiled piece of lace
Looking through you can't see anything
The thought makes me sick from my insides out
But I can't stop now
We meant what we said, so
Why can't we stop ourselves
My skin is burning, lungs are shrinking
I want to rip your flesh to pieces
I want to rip your flesh to pieces
The guilt consumes
But I've bitten off more than I can chew
Adrenaline feeds me
At least whores make money, we just hide our faces
Trust in my back pocket
How can I say I've lost it
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