Alter Ego Desires
What she is...
Every year, around mid-spring, My alter ego comes to play, An eagerness and a hunger settles in, Satisfaction becomes hard to find, Endless roaming starts, As she searches for her release, Every site she spits, every rock she turns, Looking for those to fulfil her, She doesn't want to get to know you, She doesn't care how old you are, Where you're from or what you do, She doesn't care if your attached, The only thing she...