Tighten your grip,
tug on the leash.
Rip out my heart,
and feed it to me.

Don't make me beg,
I'm not one to kneel.
But if you're lucky,
maybe I'll bleed.

Don't think of me,
as a lover.
Think of my dear,
as another pet.

Here for the now,
not for the later.
Life short lived,
then I'm gone.

Then you restart,
throw me aside.
All I'm saying is,
don't expect me to love you.