You gave me poisoned butterflies
So I had to mercy-**** them.
I knew, what I believed were lies
yes, I blinded my own eyes.

For when all their wings I had torn
I knew they were poisoned
For they came back and were born
from my own flesh and bone.

It was that kind of torture
when you took away my life.
It is that kind of torture
realizing you are my life.

when you had enough---
**** I keep forgetting
that I was not enough
I am not enough.

But then I still loved you
even with blood on my hands.
And I still love you
with my blood on your hands.

The tides were strong
but I held on tight
to that thin string of love?
you had me tied.

I didn't say I love you
yes you've never heard me
not those three words
not those eight letters

I haven't said I love you
yes it isn't like me
and I tell you I'm not sorry
because that's the real me

I never said I love you
not in the same way you do
those are words I do not get
but I have my own words to tell

and I will always bother you
with simple questions
with simple demands
with every bit of annoyance

when you are tired
"Get some rest."
no you don't need a diet
I'll say "Have you eaten?"

I never said I love you
and I'll never say I love you
but listen to me in everything you do
I'll always be here for you

Because love isn't only a word
not only a feeling, so
I'll  never say I love you
but it doesn't mean I don't

some keys fit in
but it doesn't really mean
you have to turn the ****