Here I go again, being bad. Here I go again, breaking you apart. Here I go again, draining your existence. I make you happy. That’s why you stick around. I also make you ache. Your body, your mind, your soul, it all aches because of me. And I don’t care. I bring your hopes up. I convince you I’m yours, only to bring you down, not subtly, but I completely shatter you. You know this. You don’t walk away. You know I don’t really care for you. I don’t really want you. I just like the control I have over you. I like how submissive you become under my touch, under my demands. I like how easily I can manipulate you. I like how utterly addicted and lost you’ve let yourself become. I’m your drug. You can’t leave me. I will destroy you. And you will let me.