This Is Going To Hurt
I'm holding you close
Your body is delicate and weak
Your mind is powerful and strong
Your soul is battered and used
I'm here to save you
I'll take away the pain you hold
I'll take away the lonely nights
I'll give you my love, my heart
I'll give you serenity
"Not in a thousand years?"
I bare my teeth
Lunging toward you
You did not shudder
As I said you aren't weak
I'm breathing you in
Your aroma is strong
Your fear is showing
You're hiding your heart
I'm not going to hurt you
I'll be here when you need me
I'll be here when you're ready
"That's my girl."
I rest my lips on yours
I know for sure I'll pay for that stolen kiss
I hear a metallic click
My heart skips a few beats
I gaze at you in disbelief
I try to take you in again
I can't read you
Your emotions are concealed
You won't give me the key.
'Please don't make me'
That is what I see
That is what I see in your searching eyes
I ask again, you do not obey
I grab the cleaver and bring it to your wrist
No movement from you, not even a flinch
"Above or below the wrist, Clarice?"
You give me a blank stare
You don't attempt to break free or even consider stopping me
I lift the cleaver high so you can see
I give you one last look
"This is really going to hurt."
I'm holding you close
Your body is delicate and weak
Your mind is powerful and strong
Your soul is battered and used
I'm here to save you
I'll take away the pain you hold
I'll take away the lonely nights
I'll give you my love, my heart
I'll give you serenity
"Not in a thousand years?"
I bare my teeth
Lunging toward you
You did not shudder
As I said you aren't weak
I'm breathing you in
Your aroma is strong
Your fear is showing
You're hiding your heart
I'm not going to hurt you
I'll be here when you need me
I'll be here when you're ready
"That's my girl."
I rest my lips on yours
I know for sure I'll pay for that stolen kiss
I hear a metallic click
My heart skips a few beats
I gaze at you in disbelief
I try to take you in again
I can't read you
Your emotions are concealed
You won't give me the key.
'Please don't make me'
That is what I see
That is what I see in your searching eyes
I ask again, you do not obey
I grab the cleaver and bring it to your wrist
No movement from you, not even a flinch
"Above or below the wrist, Clarice?"
You give me a blank stare
You don't attempt to break free or even consider stopping me
I lift the cleaver high so you can see
I give you one last look
"This is really going to hurt."