Same Story.

If you continue the little escapade; with no note, no goodbye, no warning, nothing will turn out, will it? If you start now, I won't be here in the morning, the afternoon, the evening. I won't be back.
If the cold shoulder is at its lowest degree, I'll never warm the temperature of your skin again.
But I will fuck him, just despite you.
Things you've only imagined.
Harder, faster.
Softer, slower.
I'm fluent in a language that has never touched your lips.
When romance is a lie, it is nothing but dead. When love has no romance, it is nothing but dead.
He never pleased me, on my knees, begging for more. But I'll please them.
And you'll never see me, on my knees, begging for more.
Don't you dare slam that door; I'm slamming it first.
You've already destroyed my innocence; I can make it so much worse.
There's a mask on my face now. It's her name I'll whisper every night. Not mine.