I don't keep many secrets.
I have nothing to hide.
Except the little monster,
Eating from inside.
The thing is like a horror,
I need relief or bust.
It's often times called love,
But it needs to be called lust...
-ST
I have nothing to hide.
Except the little monster,
Eating from inside.
The thing is like a horror,
I need relief or bust.
It's often times called love,
But it needs to be called lust...
-ST