Talent.

you're pretty damn interesting,

i can't get you out of my head.
the source of all controversy,
but yet the source of intrigue
do i envy? do i question?
or do i seek?

stop, i can't force it.
you'll come to me.
and when you come, you won't stop.
when you arrive,
you'll arrive with a "no remorse" factor.
and you'll bury me alive
there's no mercy for me
however, i'm gonna love you.

your kind of things,
don't take "prisoners"
you'll work me over like a diamond
apply pressure, apply heat
but once i come out, i shine.
you'll have me begging for more.
and, someday, you'll be mine.

so, "when does it end?"

it never ends, as long as you stay
so damn interesting.