bad things

things i've done in the dark i cannot explain

i just pray they never come to light

the heat that it brought me sent chills through my bones

it sent a rush i had to  experience again

i became a fiend  needed to do it again

my friends say i need to stop before something bad happens

but i dont listen the closer i get the more i crave

when i reach full satisfaction then i'll leave

some say i use to be a good girl

but good girls do bad things sometimes

but we get by with it

some say it's lust others say its desire that

sent me over the edge bt its like playng wth fire

you hate the burn it gives you but you love the heat it brings

as long as you know keep it a secret

better take it to the grave