I know you just can't love me but can you pretend to?

I'll eventually sand that notch out of my bedpost

I wouldn't call it a disorder I'd call it control

Sometimes I lie to myself and sometimes I forget you don't love me back

When you kissed me it almost seemed like you meant it.

Since when has a broken heart been a mortal wound?

I was told that when things cease to be used they cease to exist, what will become of me now that you're gone.

Why do I still want you after all you've done? Why do I need you presence to survive?

As she cried the river Nile the makeup ran from her eyes spilling the dark truth about her

The my soul escaped from the overwhelming crimson and was found by the devil.