Don

I don't want to be a gift
With those repugnant airs
Nor a slave to a lord
Who turns me into a rogue

I can pretend
I like your excitements
Ask me please
I will fulfill your temptations

I want to be your violator
Enter your disturbances
I don't intend to be your God
With my stupid songs

I won't miss you anymore
I won't cry when you leave
And soon you'll know
These are not just words, they are my desires