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