Please stop sticking my heart
With that needle you call love.
Love is not suppose to hurt so bad,
Love should not make you cry.
Please stop stabbing me with that spear
And I don't believe it's your love.
Love doesn't leave scars,
Love doesn't bleed.
Please stop poking me with that fork
I'm not a piece of meat.
Take your blood-thristy hands off me,
Take your ego-boosting hunger someplace else.
Please don't jab me with that knife,
And don't tell me that you love me.
'Cause if you loved me
You wouldn't enjoy cutting into my heart.