You bring light and warmth into this world,
and without you life would cease to exist.
Without you in darkness we would be perpetually swirled.
To me your warmth is impossible to resist.

Though your light is bound to fade,
you have done more good than ever told.
I will never hesitate to come to your aid,
if you ever again need a hand to hold.

Everything I was has been stripped away,
and I really hope you're satisfied with what you did.
When you gave me no choice other than to obey,
did you know that you were scarring an innocent kid?

All my self-confidence thrown out the window,
and I'm sure that to this day you don't give a ****.
You are nothing but just a sick ******.
How dare you call yourself a man?

It's things like this that make me wonder
if our love is going under.
Maybe it just isn't meant to be,
or you've just stopped being into me.

Either way I will be happy.
I'm not letting my self feel ******.
I don't need you in order to be me,
honestly, without you I'd be more free.

What do you do when you don't know how to feel?
Is it because you feel everything at once or nothing at all?
What does it mean when to you everything seems surreal,
and the only thing you know how to do is cry in the bathroom stall..

I just can't win with you.
Everything I do makes you mad in some way.
Now I believe an apology is due,
and you have to mean every word you say.

Your words are like daggers,
and they cut me to the core.
It truly hurts when away from you I stagger.
For me I know there is something more.

Who should I believe in this world full of liars?
My need for someone to trust completely now is dire.
You may say one thing, yet he means another.
Which one is true? Or are you two plotting together?

Do you two together have a master plan laid?
All I need now is for one or the other to come to my aid.
Neither of you know that inside I'm nearly dead,
or that the two of you are the source of all my dread.

Sweet and innocent is only my facade.
I am stunning, and yet entirely dangerous.
I will pull you under leaving you gasping for air,
leaving you no hope. Only despair.

I may look fairly harmless,
but trust me, I'm not.
I can **** you faster than you can even say
"I will love you until my dying day"

If you ever try to hurt me again
you will be begging for the mercy of death.
In the end it is I who will have the higher score.
This means war.