Is this how it's gonna be?

Feels like a different breeze, Look down at me, Look away from me, Look right at me, Yank me by the neck, Pull my hair, Smear my lips, Thrust my wrist, Steal my eyes, Hurl my waist, So I can no more breath, So I can no more fear, So I can no longer speak, So I can never feel the same, So I can no longer see, So I can always dance, And just drown in your eyes, And go blind, Until the air seems more pure, Until the air feels just right, Until I get a turn of say. It's like an endless loop That keeps on coming Yet never ends.