Love is just a word 

That is stepped upon 

Complications, to many 

Less fortunate one 

Turn around lies 

At a young age 

Smiling, telling lies 

Bittersweet rage 



Behind closed doors 

A whore amongst whores 

Try to be a true man 

Stagnated moral code 

Submission beyond 

Last temptation 

This gift of love 

Transcends into sin 



A child or man 

Cold heart in hand 

Grow through it 

Drastic changes 



She wanted to be mine 

But she lost her mind 

This bitter taste of remorse 

This love, a lost cause 



Sworn to freeze over with cold emotion 

Drowning her lips with an untold sort o kiss 

A non-temperamental manner to induce this self hate 

Too many days pass as you flirt 



The stab holes are too many 

Not enough to kill, should have made sure 

I've seen them slit their wrists in a coward's fashion 

Don't attempt, fulfill the after regret 

Your hate is weak, weakening your ambition 

Take your own life 



Feeling like someone pushed you to the end of a line 

Not a desire inside of you 

God damn this feeling, this love is growing more 

Got to reject it, can't neglect it 

An unforgiving touch that led to years of stress 

Cut with the knife of pleasure and pain 



One week of peace with your love 

One week of silence for your lust 

Lost in indulgence within a general frame 

Boy kicks girl...setting a lifetimes trade 



An unearthly weakness to override a quest 

She swore, she wouldn't tell 

These condescending words mean nothing 

She said she wouldn't lie 

This search for stability through a mental strain 

Cost of loss thru suffering 

Take an overdose of the quitters' game 



Hating this feeling 

To drunk...another drink 

Wash away the trouble 

Take away the pain 

Lack of sleep 

Chest tight Damn that loss 

Punishment of a third degree 



Believing she was real 

Buying her lust Tying her arms in the most uncompromising manner 

She wants more, she begs for more 

Taste this love of shameful literature 

A burden for the level of second hand stress 

A childhood picture coming to life 



These long-winded guilt trips are such an obsolete breath of life 

Got to bleed this contamination out of my soul 

A sense of uneasiness with to much kindness 

Somewhere in thee apologies the devil lurks