She won’t let you go; you have a weakness for her;
She’s deeply satisfying, her embrace like a vise
And she’ll stay with you forever if you let her
In your heart, in your mind, in your soul
When you’re sad, she makes you smile
When you’re lonely, she fills a void
When you’re fragile she makes you strong
At least that’s what you think and I’m jealous of her magic.
I think she’s wicked; the Jezebel Bitch
Her amber fingers caressing you from the inside
I can feel her laughing at me with her crafty grin.
I can’t compete with her sorcery; her super powers.
She’s a part of you, so you’ll most likely ignore me.
If you push her away, she’ll creep though memories
Letting you miss her taste, her touch, her clever hold
And when you want her to come back
She’ll be there; you won’t have to ask her twice.
Do you want to give her up; sever the tie, break the spell?
Do you want her to vanish from your world?
I’m the weaker one; why not just ask me to leave,
Because there’s a possibility you love her more anyway.