Must be the thrill of the chase.
Collapsing my heart like a derailed train
Every time I see her face.
I don�t mind it much�
Perhaps I think it flattering�
As her kiss turns from a soft touch
To a heavy, lustful battering.
She knows not of kindness or love,
Yet speaks so highly of her own maturity.
As I look to the stars above,
I wish we had their purity.
Punishing me for an unknown crime,
I close my eye and �make pretend�.
But she rips my heart out one more time�
While she smiles like a friend.