R.l. Kelly Fake Out
My friends do not know
About the soft black thing inside me
When I am talking to them, while I am sleeping
It floats next to my bed
It is not for any of them
Soon they will start to see it
When I kiss them they will feel it
Protrude into them
And when they are laying next to me
They will feel the warmth of it
Nothing is keeping me from it
And I know one day there will be nothing left that anyone can do for me
It will become me
It will envelope me completely
