He's violence, forever the scars in my skin.
My silence - it's all that I've got to oppose his plain indifference.
There's never a day I'm not in his arms.
Only he can relate to my self-hate and harm combined.
She's cruelty, forever the pain in my chest.
My sweetheart since day three.
The stabbing desire to possess or free the sublime.
There's never a time I'm seen without her -
it's the way she defines her future that kills me.
It's all of love, all of envy.
It's all ahead and behind me
I'll break this pattern and quit soon as I'm over it.
See, it's the perfect end to the worst beginning.
It's the love you wish for,
But it's the pain you're wishing.