You caused me so much pain, And I got addicted to it. They say that you can't really hurt a masochist.
You love to cause the pain, the chaos, I needed it, with all my body. Sometimes it felt too much, But secretly I loved it.
One day you told me: "You're free to go." I left, your final gift was so much pain, You knew, that I was loving it.
Months passed, but still I miss those moments, That we used to share.