Introverted and maybe a little perverted
I stay inside my room with no plans for returnin'
My life is going down and it seems like its burnin'
Hell is next but the stops we hit were everything but rests
Keep a closed circle tight knit like sweater vests
I need to get something off my chest
My love for her wasn’t just about sex
She means so much to say it less
The nights we spent just staying up
Laying in my bed tucked close enough to taste
This wasn’t a waste I mean I guess it must have been fate
I’m truly tired its 3 am,
I think I’m just going to…