Frantically scrabbling
To pick up all the broken parts
I shouldn't be dabbling
With the artist of broken hearts

Its like giving glass to fire
Or paper to the water
Though she may inspire
She can only do what she thinks she aught t'

You cannot blame a wild thing
For being as it is
Its not a kite on piece of string
I hope you can learn from this

I know I can't stop feeling
And I doubt I will
She's just so **** appealing
And I've yet to get my fill

I'll die before I quit
I clearly like the pain
To stubborn so I'll deal with it
At least until I go insane

All I ask is that you wish me luck
"Farewell creep and god speed"
"You clearly couldn't give a ****"
Besides her demon needs to feed