I need to talk to a devil, baby.
I need you to tell me what I want to hear. Tell me it's temporary. Tell me you want me and that I need this.
Tell me again how you want to fxck me. Tell me you know exactly what I want and you're the only one who knows how to give it to me.
Don't worry, those bruises are fine. And you barely left a scratch on my back, and I'm all healed.
I don't care why I want it and what it's doing to me and everyone else. Don't let them talk me out of it.