Sinister

 

I scare myself with the things I could do to you

The things I could see myself doing to you

My loving nature is twisted into something more sinister

I care so much I might die

I might kill

I wish things were different,

I wish I didn’t see red

I wish you didn’t rattle me the way you do

I wish I didn’t scare myself with the things I’d do to you

You’ve twisted my loving nature

Into something more sinister

Loves lair hides behind thorns

I lie just behind, cut

Somedays I try and cut you

So you might suffer with me

And I’m scared now because

My loving nature is something more sinister.

I don’t know who this girl is

She’s foreign to me

Might you introduce us?

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