though its a horrendous sting
it's not enough to become a mere regret
odd it is how things are different in the morning
i'll cry for all you've mistakenly done
yet here I think more and more of you
admit I will that you've become my poison
kill me just enough to get me through
words are just words you know
i'll say it and still i go back for more
you could ask me about it now
and i'll lie and i don't know what fore
i'll love you till the blissful end
and i'll hate you when you revive me again