some day the words yr mother hurt you with
will be the ones that turn yr heart from savagery
all the bastard love psalms that sing about forgiveness
when they know not about hell from the one that cares not
i have watched you give love to the unloved
to be more than the world could have ever been
this hate sings untrue like a harlot lapping puddles in the bathroom
yr the one that holds onto my words
yr the one that believes me when i say i love you
i will kill myself
just to prove you i am worth what the world tells me.
