| Need me, come on, feel it, touch it, live it, taste it. Because theres nothing else to do. We call it love but it's like a fantasy, some kind of imagination weaved up some kind of dream. And whats a word when it means not a thing, put fuck into my title and maybe you will read. Take notice of my feelings, and just what they can mean, appreciate the time I take, to keep on explaining what I need. Like I love you, come on, need you, breathe you, come on, waste it. Because now it means nothing at all. Just the wind outside my door. Causing me to hide away and never turn my face, back to what you are. I can't love it anymore. Inside my little world, where I'm just a little girl, and love is what happens in fairy tales. Where they live happily ever after, and theres moments filled with laughter, but the truth is that it hurts. So come on leave me, please just tease me, come on, fuck me, just don't love me, turn your face to me, and look what I became. After just ten thousand days, you managed to forget my name, to keep your heart tame, and keep the blood at rest. Do you want it? Do you see it? Do you love it, do you face it, and fight the war you made. |
