Your tongue is a razor that cuts my wrists
Your heart is a sponge that soaks up my blood
I can feel the chill in the thrill that you get when you kill me
Can you feel the hate that I get when you take love that you always fake for me?
But I always seem to be here for more
Even when I was already at the door
But one day I will be gone
Then you will be left here all alone
And you will wonder, “What the hell went wrong?”
When you go to sleep and have dreams where you weep
Then the haunting memories will be yours to keep
And on that day, you will finally be able to see
That it was always you
And never me
That just wouldn’t let this love be.

12/29/2002