Your lurking days are over. Like the sun thawing out all the flowers, I've been warming you up just by existing, and every time you hover your finger over the send button and chicken out is just another step closer to giving in to me. It won't be long until you're broken, so I've been patient up until now, but I officially have a deadline for you. Come Springtime, you will be Mine.

Your lurking days are over. Like the sun thawing out all the flowers, I've been warming you up just by existing, and every time you hover your finger over the send button and chicken out is just another step closer to giving in to me. It won't be long until you're broken, so I've been patient up until now, but I officially have a deadline for you. Come Springtime, you will be Mine.