RisingQueen
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Every so often I put myself to the test.
I get in the line of fire, blindfolded, and wait.
And wishing upon a thousand stars, I hope that things have changed.
That I can be amoung your presence and no longer feel the pain that I hate.
I gamble with my heart and put my emotions at risk.
To see if I\'m strong enough to resistant the yearn for kiss.
To see if I can stand without falling to your mercy.
And if the gaze from your eyes is something I can dismiss.
But time and time again, I fail to stand strong and buckle to my knees.
I fall victim to your charm, get weak, and forget to breathe.
I give in to the pleasure, my dignity is displeased.
Addicted to this pain, my fix is released.