He makes me want to drag red ribbons from her throat; see what shapes lye beneath her coat; maybe walk for a thousand years, without any fear of stroke... never to return to this Land called: Love.
He brings out the violence in me - - for, I fear for the loss of his soul, to thee. He brings me to the light... It's what makes it worth it; all these foreign feelings of envy, sneaking up my spine, poured into my wine...
If only I were the only girl in the world... If only he were blind to the golden locks of Hell and the perfume scent of smell... He makes me selfish; No, I do!! He makes me Hellish; That's me too!! What to do, what to do... I love you.
He'd never turn. So why does this passion rapidly burn? Like a clench of my fist, and a stomach that churns; He's mine!! Only mine!! Never a question, yet my words portray suggestions; Empty thoughts-- false dissatisfaction.
Unnecessary worries and unwanted emotions... Love can cause quite a commotion. Worth it? Yes, it's worth it. Crazy? Of course, I am. I love you. I love you... I love you. Thank you; *Don't leave.