"When I was young, I expected people to give me more than they could — continuous friendship, permanent emotion.
Now I have learned to expect less of them than they give — a silent companionship. And their emotions, their friendship, and noble gestures keep their full miraculous value in my eyes; wholly the fruit of grace."
I know your motives And you know mine The ones that love me I tend to leave behind If you know about me And choose to stay Then take this pleasure and take it with the pain And if in the moment you bite your lip When I get you moaning you’ll know it’s real Can you feel the pressure between your hips? I’ll make it feel like the first time