I want you to destroy me in whatever manner you want
I just want you to decemate me
Oh wait!..you've already done that
This is probably my inebriated and battered soul talking
It still seems to be in a state of daze
But i don't blame it
After all...the hurt you gave is gonna take some recovering
You see you've demolished every inch of heart
Every layer of it has been poisoned with hate
My soul feels so very empty
Coming out of this will be one hell of a miracle!
Now I'm not saying that i don't believe in miracles
But truth be told i ain't ever seen any
So that really doesn't leave much room for hope now...does it?