I guess I'm just ghoulish
When it comes to amare
I'd be like Van-gogh
Cut off mine ear
To showeth mine amour
This doors still open
Though she hast closed it
Now I've lost focus
I'd giveth her this heart
Gold plated plattered
As for her to throw
Darts
I deserveth them I believe
I canst feel when she bleeds
As tis
She doth I
I needeth mine soul
I feel a tear to cry!!!