The whispers on my back are feeling so ashamed
The regret in my head is just melting my brain
I know I made the best choice when I really think about it
But heart, soul, and mind aren't always on the same page
Shes a foreigner in the country of my brain
An illegal alien that drives me insane
Late at night I really think and remember
It was really on just the sex that was good
Just the sex
Frustration in the nation of my head
Where thoughts of men are corrupted by lust
Evil premises made by dust