It’s not beauty
It’s a curse
He looks at me for the looks
Not me, not my heart

He sees only my skin
Doesn’t care who I am
Don’t wanna know where I’ve been
It’s not real love

It’s simply lust in his eyes
His sweet kisses deceiving
Honesty doesn’t exist
Not for him not for me

Living in a fantasy world
We have no problems
Only the hate that we hide
I don’t love him, he despises me

But we still make love
It’s physical, a curse
Loving a touch
Constantly needing a feeling

It’s nothing more
There’s not passion
Only the bodies of two connecting
It’s a scary level

So here I stand
I can’t let go, can’t turn away
But he hurts so much
It’s an addiction

He’s my drug of choice
He’s my escape
Cause he does me more harm than good
But it’s the feeling, I just can’t let go