Such a beautiful word.
There’s something about it, that I can’t let go.
No matter how hard I try, I just can’t say no.
No strings attached, married to the game.
A game where there’s no love to gain.
They call it sick and they might be right.
It fucks me up, yet I sleep with it every night.
But oh my... the game keeps me going,
and the winning keeps me alive.
I want to test my limits, if I even got some.
The search just goes on and on.
It might be lonely and sour,
this bittersweet circle of sex and power,
is such a beautiful word.