Sky I've been hit with a Cupid's arrow, and I can't seem to break free of its hold. No, not a Cupid. More like a Demon's curse. He has me trapped, drowning in the deep brown of his irises. I'm confined and bound by the devilish smirk that lines his sinful mouth. No matter how hard my mind tries to convince me to leave, My heart begs to stay exactly where I am, A prisoner to Hail O'Brien. Hail I...