our love was never pure
for love is just hate, not yet conceived
the gatekeeper to all my demons
she flourished in my pain
our love was never real
it withered away, we withered apart
no longer the puppeteer to my puppet
the strings on my heart lay cut
my heart was yours
until you sold my love to another
your rose tinted lips, hid all your lies
drugged me to the truth, hid all your reg flags
I hate her more than I ever did love