There was a time when you couldn't stop me from sinning
Despite it being blunt wraps or curvy women
There would always be sweet air around me, or crushed linens under me
Where she pinned me down so luckily
Little did she know when she'd leave she'd think of me
And I would think of how we could never be
How I would want us, but those types of women among us
Never had the strength to stay around past one month
Which has in turn scarred my feelings about relationships
In such ways, I feel the need to behave and refrain from them
Because, if I play love like a game when she's in love
All I hear are outcries detailing the monster I've become
And that's hard to stomach, especially when you may feel you love them
But can't carry on without them knowing they're flawed
And...
