Wouldn't it be lovely?
To believe people when they say they love me -
To shut off all these thoughts that push and shove me,
To not dance with the demons that corrupt me.

Wouldn't it be lovely?
To wear a smile on my face and mean it.
To not always feel so ******* heavy and defeated.
To feel like I have a ******* reason -
To keep on breathing.

Wouldn't it be ******* lovely?

You didn't know how bad you hurt me,
You weren't exactly the one holding the knife -
but you shoved it more inside my helpless body to add onto the pain.
The pain that had been there far before you.
But everyone I meet one way or another has left wounds on me, deep or faint cuts.
But I sew them back up and let them slither into a puddle of my dead memories.
Cause you know, who really gives a ****?

You were just a flavor of the week,
but I've learned that cherry wasn't my favorite.
Even though you leave me a little weak --
on my knees and vulnerable.
No matter how many times I try to savor it,
it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Where are you Vampire Boy?
With your whips, chains, and toys --
So ****** and enticing,
I might even let you bite me.

You ever glance at someone and think what they are thinking about?
Like the first time they fell in love,
or the first time they did drugs.
Or maybe they are thinking about you,
or maybe they don't even think about you at all.

I'm dying to feel something vibrant bloom inside me,
but my insides are filled with nothing but emptiness and gloom.
I dust that tinted peach color blush onto the apples of my cheeks,
to give my bone-white skin a flush of color --
So my rotting insides don't match the outside.

One look into your eyes and I feel an electric tingle from in-between my legs,
Our lips cling as if they were magnetic.
Our tongues dance, and your hands start to roam.
Removing each particle of clothing from off each other.
Revealing nothing but the most vulnerable layers of ourselves.