[Holding My Ground]

[E.r.o.s]

[Holding My Ground]

 

You approach me with your wicked tongue

Saying sweet nothing like a pro

You know that I am vulnerable and weak with pain

So you take advantage and make me a mess

 

As I am not a child I won't say

That I am not guilty of the pleasure of sinning

You know that I won't deny you this time

And full of confidence, you take what you want

 

I won't let you mess up my head

Nor lead me down the wrong runway

But it's so difficult to restrain

When the beast inside me won't push you away

 

I've nothing left

Just this pain of mine

I won't beg for your entertainment

Don't try to fool me now.

 

What would you say to her?

What would you say to him?

That I am a criminal stealing all their dreams?

 

How would you justify your fingers all on me

And your tongue that whispers things in ecstasy?

 

I won't let you mess up my head

Nor lead me down the wrong runway

But it's so difficult to restrain

When the beast inside me won't push you away

 

I've nothing left

Just this pain of mine

I won't beg for your entertainment

Don't try to fool me now.

 

I am holding my ground.