I took his hand, whispered his name.
The love he thought he had,
Swims through his veins.
I didn't quite lie,
For once I did love,
But he found his mistress,
and I know I did cry.
The Holes in my heart,
The Cold in my veins.
I could inject my body with drugs,
or make him feel sweet pain.
Demented I know,
but he left me alone.
So Fair game for love,
I'll leave his body cold.
He asked me not to,
but the whiskey kept me impaired.
I tried to explain what i plained to do,
but his screaming prevented me too.
So his blood is sweet,
yet nasty with the taste of wh**e.
I have nothing better to do
than to make this man feel pain,
like i did that depressing, miserable day.
