there is nothing pretty about you
yet there is something i was fooled into seeing
how did you play so tactfully
yet not fall for your own game
was i but a practice round
to see if you could prevent it perfectly sound
maybe if i could see you again id fulfill my vendetta
i'm sure you didn't deserve what i gave you to no end
i may lurk, but it's not for you
it's for another, a real sweet soul
not your's of rabid hunger for looks and self glam
i gave you all you wanted yet i never had you
you ruined me, then, now and eternally
i want my fucking heart back, you cunt
you never fucking wanted it, you bitch
it was just a fucking chew toy to you
and all along i kept coming back
i guess i loved the ride, perhaps
but the waste on my heart wasn't worth it
"maybe im just like my mother, im never satisfied"
i think in some warped fucking sense i like being treated like shit
i was told before we met, you had given a bad vibe
i should have trusted him and not your facade
an exclamation of your name is always on the tip of my tounge
as to scream that when something, if ever wrong you were the cause
now something is wrong, it's not yours, give it the fuck back!
now without your devilish soul i want true love
and i can't for my heart is seeing locales encore
it drives me insane, perhaps it all has been a test?
to see if i deserve my one true love
the one you materialized your horns antecedent to
i just want to fucking say, Drina, i've fallen in love with you