Around your neck is where my hands are headed
to prove my point that love is what you make it
a rose petal for every time you scream sometimes
I like to pretend you smile my days consist of thinking
of way s to bring you pain in my days condsist 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 heavens 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