Are we bad people?
Are we damaged deep inside or are we just confused?
I love you, I do, or maybe I just like you, i like the way it feels when you torture me, I'm addicted to it or it's just that i don't know any better.
I dream of you, I can see you lying in my arms, I can feel your dark curly locks on my fingertips, I can smell your skin, I can see your big beautiful brown eyes.
I look deep into your eyes and feel nothing, you look back at me and you say you love me, but all i can think about is cracking your pretty little head open, smashing your brains all over our naked bodies looking for answers
-Who are you?
-What have you done to me?
-What have we done to each other?
Are you thinking of me? I know you do, thinking that you know me or even love me.
I'm standing still watching you as your eyes close, as you fall deep asleep thinking of our love.
I might strangle you tonight or maybe cut your throat so I can feel your blood all over my body
but for now I just want to look at you, your flawless face, memorize every last detail of you as it might be our last night.
Close your eyes, whatever happens I'll be holding you till the end.
