When are you planning to give back,
the part of my soul that you took?
Was any part of me ever mine?
Or was I destined for destruction,
By you
My love?

Your beauty itches in my eyes,
While you pass me on the street.
My heart is dead and cold,
I have no lust for any woman,
You killed that part of me,
My love?

Did i ever touch you,
Except for on the outside?
Did you ever wonder,
What was on the inside?
Now i feel dead and abused,
Was it your intention,
My love?