A Love Song
How did things get so bad?
I feel as if someone is dying
Although the scent of your rotting corpse just might be more satisfying
You stole my life and then you made yourself the only good thing left
And if I would've known that I was a toy I wouldn't want to break your neck

When I woke up and I saw things for what they really were
I saw my world come falling down
Now the only appropriate act of passion is
To place you in the ground

Now I'd be lying if I told you
That you don't matter anymore
Because you matter soo much to me now
That you're just a chalkine on the floor
Floor
Floor
Whore
Whore
Whore!