When was my love replaced
With this lust so outdated
And this clawing feeling came
One I once terribly hated
My blood runs hot
My hands go cold
And every time I close my eyes
I get this feeling old
I love this boy so pure
But these feelings have been tainted
With colors I so hate
By my very hands I painted
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 9:22 PM UTC
When was my love replaced
With this lust so outdated
And this clawing feeling came
One I once terribly hated
My blood runs hot
My hands go cold
And every time I close my eyes
I get this feeling old
I love this boy so pure
But these feelings have been tainted
With colors I so hate
By my very hands I painted