love is like a sin
Summary: You know, darling, playing pretend is for children. Mrs. Mellark/ Mr. Mellark
i know it
and you know it
you don't love me
not like you love her
are you hopeful when you awaken to my blonde hair,
and crushed when i turn around?
you whisper her name...
in your sleep, love.
i hope
and you know it
that you'll love me like her
i have so much to give
but you'll never see
i hate you,
yet i love you so...
why, darling?
i see it,
and you know it
the look of nostalgia
as you think about her
you lost her
it's all your fault
so why do i suffer?
we're tearing ourselves apart, sweetheart.
i am
and you know it
your punishment
for failure
i can't make you happy
so i will make you hurt
reopen your wounds forever
because i love you so much, baker boy...