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I think I'm addicted to things that hurt
Call me a masochist, but I like it
Tell me you love me
Look me in the eye
When you tell me that lie
Shove me, push me, stab my back
Have my back, I'm coming back
I love you more than I should
And it hurts when you leave me
It stings when you say
Your leaving me today
And tomorrow, and the day after that
Yesterday was a different day, lets go back to that
I'm sorry, come back, we can start again
Break my heart again, I won't regret it
Take my breathe again, Asthmatic
What do you call it,
When theres more you than me in my head
I feel you under my skin
I can't cut you out
I like it when it hurts, when you press to the surface
I couldn't leave you if I tried
And I'll kill off any part of my inside that even thinks it
I'm on the brink of selfdestruction
I wake up, suns on my face
But I don't feel it
Scream at me, tell me you hate me, that would be better than the lies
Psycopathic, you have made me
I lost count of the times you've made me
Wish I was better than I was before
But I don't know what that was for
Stomp my heart please
Because your foot is better than no touch at all
Without you I'm lost, I don't want to take that fall
- by Crimson Rebel Ghost |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/16/2011 |
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