Ever so willing to crawl through
A labyrinth full of thorns for a kiss;
Addicted to love:
Hours feel like seconds in our moments with them.
Nights spent in anguish every minute we’re apart.
Sweet torment; we find ourselves begging for more.

Hiding our fears of drowning in tears;
The thought of our feelings falling apart.
Giving them every ounce of our heart,
Only to be shattered by the one we cherish most:
A crescendo of suffering to soothe our souls.

Pretending the pain will fade away;
We become slaves to a false sense of hope.
Lips taste like heaven:
Oh, baby, this serpentine warmth feels better and better,
If only one last time we give into their arms.
Killing ourselves slowly for our need to feel this dark light
We call Love.