I like to crumble your paper flowers,
And turn them into a grave of ashes,
I love turning your sweet moods sour,
So I can have your heart and smash it,
Like you’ve done to me plenty before.
I enjoy you waking up wanting to die,
Feeling like a trashy, pathetic whore,
Because it’s so pretty to see you cry.
I want to destroy the person you are,
More than you already have yourself,
If I could really wish upon the stars,
I’d wish that you were going to hell.
I want to remove your tongue so that,
You may never speak of a God again,
Or continue using him as your mask,
To cover up all of your shortcomings.
I like to trample over your emotions,
And leave nothing past your beauty,
I want you to suffer for your sins,
Although you’re already dead to me.
I like making you scream for mercy,
When nobody’s there to rescue you,
I like burning your corpse in effigy,
So that you can be of some good use.
Throw away all of your little notes,
About how special you really aren’t,
And put on some god damned clothes,
Shutup and lay in the trunk of the car.
Unfold each of your paper flowers,
And write all of your insults in them,
And I will do everything in my power,
To destroy them for you once again,
The same way you’ve done to my trust.
I will do anything to keep you alive,
Not that I love you, but just because,
It’s that beautiful watching you cry.