Love is all I want, love is all I need.
It's fills the void, fills the darkness that feeds.
Terrified, petrified of coming too close;
I **** 'em & then leave 'em just like a ghost.
I don't stay for supper, I don't stay the night;
I'm back in my empty bed before it turns light.
I love the games we play & the moans we make,
but it's only a temporary fix for this permanent ache.
Most days I handle it, I feel great in my post-*** daze,
but other times I break & those nights feel like days.
I know my worth, I know my self-value,
but not once have I been good enough, yet still I allow you
to take advantage, to take control;
that's the sickness that's in me; my heart the devil stole.
Love is all I want & love is all I need;
love is what will **** this demon that's inside of me.
But if love is what's essential, if love is what I need,
then why is love killing every part of me?