Around your neck is where my hands are
headed to prove my point that love is what you make it
a rose pedal for every time you scream
sometimes I like to pretend you smile
my days consist of thinking of ways to bring you pain in
my days consist of thinking of ways to hurt you
to bring you pain to hurt you waiting but not for me
around your neck is where my hands are
headed to prove, to prove my point that love is what you make it
it's not that I hate you it's just that I love to hurt you
posing with my halo covered in her blood
her screams are so lovely
like the heaven's singing to me
I told you I loved you and I'm sorry I lied to you
but I needed to see your pain and see your weakened cries
I don't hate you I just love to hurt you