Idk what to call this song yet

I'm drifting in slow motion
Can’t keep on sipping potions
Don’t do well with emotions
Stealing souls my way of coping

You’re not a friend of me
You’re my enemy
We still kiss sometimes
Baby, we’re frenemies

And you’re not so innocent
Not the victim
Her blood tastes like cinnamon
Stuck in a prism (X2)

And you’re not so innocent
Play the victim
Her blood tastes like cinnamon
Stuck in a prism

We’re too far upon the stars
We can't continue going on
It's not safe for you to deal
With these emotions very long
I don't have a therapist
I put my feelings in thеse songs
Secretly I'm vеry evil
Hell is where my soul belongs (belongs)