I lay in bed at night

Smelling the scent of your hair

The perfume that you wear

Your face itched on my brain

You’re pumping through my vain

Toss and turn

Cold sweats

But nothing same to tame

The arrows that cupid aims

You’re pumping through vain

Tumble out of bed

Your voice bouncing in my head

Looking like the undead

You’re pumping through my vain

Lust

Hungry

Perversion

No easy by masturbation

Fiening for long deep penetration

You’re pumping through my vain

Pale skin

Sunken jaw

Cold bumps and shrives

Dry lips, crack and quivers

No doctor can figure

Why you’re pumping through my vain

Can’t buy it on the block

Can’t be prescribe by a doc

No medicine can fix

Why you’re pumping through my vain

Fallen apart

Bit by bit

Fighting my for next hit

Wondering why you’re pumping through my vain

My addiction