You love being hurt
Because that's all you know

When things are really good
That's when you decide to go

You mess everything up
Before it messes you up

All you know is broken
So that's all you want

I see these very things
Because they're hard to hide

I see them because I too
Need hurt to feel alive

It's been so long since I've written,
It's almost like I've forgot.
It's been so long since I was open,
It's almost like I'm not.

I really dont know how to say that,
I am not okay once more.
I really dont know how to say that,
I am not quite sure what for.

Perhaps it's because you're gone,
Perhaps the fact it's all over.
Perhaps it's because you left,
Perhaps the fact I'm a leftover.

It hurts trying to accept the that,
It really is the end.
It hurts trying to accept that,*
It really isn't "boyfriend".

She is both,
hellfire and holy water.
And the flavor you taste,
depends on how you,
treat her.