my love for you is no longer voluntary//it's becoming an obsession//you told me the first time we met//don't run chase him, he'll come back to you//so you should be mine right?//mine to keep, mine to romanticise, mine to obsess//you're not very careful with hiding your gazes for a intelligent boy//why do I feel like a pawn//in the game where I'm not playing in the first place//I played aggressive, you thought I was unpredictable//is that why you keep coming for more//I think that's exactly the reason why I stayed too//where are you runnin' to?//Does it feel like you're being guided and all roads lead to me// why do you slowly come closer and harshly pull away//all you do is pull, pull and pull me towards you//why should I resist something that feels so good?//I feel like I'm running out of time//I want everyday to slow down//you take your time//you're teasing me//and not force it all down my throat//so I couldn't stick my finger down my throat and vomit all those memories out//what else can I do except face you and run, run, run//they say that love has a bitter aftertaste, but not if you taste it in time