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?