Bloodstains on the carpet.
Torn bed sheets,
Cigarette burns on my wrists,
Love. Hate, what's the difference
If you say you love me you're lying,
If you say you hate me it's false too,
Nothing matters, my existence is but a ripple
in the shallow puddle which is you.
They fear us they quiver and runaway,
We want this or do we? We heed them to stay,
You'll only remove their heart and place it in a jar,
And the cut won't be too deep, it'll only leave a scar,
Love, hate like I've said before doesn't matter.
But the truth is,
I couldn't live without you, you insane white-haired bastard.

Malik