Talking to Myself

He really, really likes me, he's obsessed.
I'm really, really distant — he's upset.
Got my walls up high, I am a castle.
Promiscuous, dark magic, I'm a mystery.

No one can have a key, my heart is mine.
The one who tries to get it — dead already.
My privacy is something they admire.
Reality is something no one sees.

I'm a cruel, tricky little woman.
Somebody handles me? You're lucky one.
I'm a bitch, I say it like I shouldn't.
I am a little crazy freaking witch.

Mar. 13, 2025