 | I am a theif of hearts,
I don't want your love and passion,
I crave your pain and tears.
For all those years
I've been crying.
And for what?
I'm not your saviour and I'm not a saint.
When you're vunerable, with arms open wide
Do I come to you.
To pursue you,
But why?
I taunt you, seduce you
I kiss your lips and tell you lies.
For my pleasure,
to cure this boredom and loneliness
Come with your vengence, and anger
Seek revenge on me.
I'm waiting. |  |