When I wake I can't help but to think of you
And all of the ****** up things you've done
Take pride, the East is burning in your eyes
Hard to imagine you're not even done yet

Keep your filthy hands off of me, you make me ill
You cloud my mind and my body with that traitorous aura
It's a shame that I can't tell you, I know about her
And how you left me to crawl on top of her

Please, for the sake of me, keep pretending I don't know
I love to hear all the lies you tailor, just for me
Weave your stories for me, I'll add them to your effigy
We can put them in this book that I've aptly named "Love"

I'll add it to my private collection, the first of it's kind
It was a revolting story, with reprehensible words and ideas
The dearest chapters are first and last, here we end where we began
Two strangers, who thought they knew best.