Anastasia Denise Johnson
Your empty song, lures me in.
And begs me to do a most dangerous sin
Although I deny, You don't accept 'No'
If guilt was a sport, You'd be a pro.
I'm so uneasy, I'm just not that ready.
Your body on me, the feeling's so heavy.
I struggle for air, and beg you to stop.
This is the worst, battle I've fought.
Feel my innocence, flee from my soul