You write such pretty words, but lifes no story book...love is only an excuse to get hurt.

You get me out of the rain...
You get me out of my clothes.
You hope I don't make a sound,
You hope that nobody knows.

Who knows how long I've loved you, and you know I love you still.
Will I wait a lonely lifetime?
If you want me too I will.

When you cross my mind I close my eyes and count to ten and then I forget you...again.

RAPE ME..
so that my blood can fall from my body in pretty colors.

Cause theres a fine fu.cking line, between love and hate
That we cross at least once of every goddamn day.
And while you say you fuc.king love me, you still push me away
You tie me at the wrists so that I cant be saved.

Theres a girl in a cage
making love to a switchblade.

You don't know me.
(but I sure as hell know you.)
I never cross your mind.
(so why do I think about you all the time?)

I'm reading your note again,
theres not a word i comprehend,
except the end where you signed,
"I'll love you till the end of time."

The sharper the edge, the cleaner the wound. So I'll be keeping it dull tonight because I deserve the pain.