Some things just aren’t allowed.. |
| Forbidden They say good things are worth waiting for But you’re bound to take your toll Because this burning and this yearning Has gotten way out of control. I’ve extinguished my last cigarette And consumed yet another bottle Still every time I think of you My heart races like a throttle. During waking hours I anticipate An end to this charade Shadow dancers in gilded masks Would-be lovers in a masquerade. So don’t tell me what you think I need Just give me what I want Because you linger in my darkness Like a ghost who has to haunt. I’ve embarked upon a course From which I may not be forgiven But I’d sell my soul to touch you For just one taste of the forbidden. |