For What I Yearn (In Dying Arms)

You taste so familiar Yet I can't recall your face I know that this was meant to be But this life is not for me. Don't try to tell me what to do My love isn't meant for you I'm the one who tells you what to do Hold my hand Just hold on to my hand Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. I'm going in. You can't stop me I'm going in You know you want it. The tase of your skin Makes me wanna fuck you and fuck you And fuck you again Fuck Just hold on to my hand Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.