{.. Cursive ..}

Oh God, no - please don't tell her what I've done

I can hardly look at her
everything I love, I hurt

Oh God, yes-

she is love
she is sex

But I used her for the game,
A scapegoat to carry the blame

It's like masochism - I hate
these hate songs

Holding a dove


then clipping it's wings off

Someone you love

and you give them the kiss off

Someone to love -









and you fuck it up!