Around your neck is where my hands are headed
to prove my point that love is what you make it
a rose petal for every time you scream
sometimes i like to pretend you smile
my days consist of thinking of ways to bring you pain
my days consist of thinking of ways to hurt you
to bring you pain, to hurt you
lying in her bed of roses
waiting for a dream
posing in some dead illusion
waiting
but not for me
around your neck is where my hands are headed
to prove my point that love is what you make it
it's not that i hate you
it's just that i love to hurt you
posing with my halo on
covered in her blood
her screams are so lovely
like the heavens singing to me
i told you i loved you and i'm sorry i lied to you
but i needed to see your pain and see your weakened cries
i dont hate you, i just love to hurt you |
