I hate you endlessly for pretending that we were meant to be
you broke more than my heart; you murdered my whole identity
the breath in me is crashing steadily, agony left in me.
Left me with a broken and ruptured and shattered memory.
You were my everything that soon escaped in my nothing.
I feel my heart is clutching a blade of serrated cutting.
You said you’ll always love me, but it’s radiant you’re bluffing
as we gravitate; toward the transition to kissing to cussing
Dearly missing to fussing I’m so disgustingly unlucky
how time’s pass... made the chain of our promises rusty.
Nothing other than the unbearable throbbing of this wound,
I can’t stand and move.. I don’t know what to do.
A friend said it’s best to leave the past to uncover what’s new,
I don’t want nothing if it’s got nothing to do with you.
And I know it’s really something for a man to shed tears.
I thank you so much for giving me my best years.

Irresistible as usual; her features so suitable.
Her body is developed, the Devil is so beautiful.
Let her lock me up and corner me into a cubicle;
and I want to scream “I love you” but I know it isn’t mutual.
Irresistible as usual; her features so beautiful
I love it when she makes my existence feel like a funeral.
Perfect from her hair, make-up, down to her cuticles...
and I just want to scream “I love you” but I know it isn’t mutual.

I’m sorry for my differences, but this is what I gotta do
I won’t sleep until I have erased every thought of you.
Every trace, the notes compiled in my binder from you.
‘Cause everything I see’s a cruel reminder of you.
And I’ll finally break the whip that kept me obedient.
Drive a stake through the pain that you used to feed me with.
Moment you’re in range, all the suffering’s immediate.
I love receiving it, I’m so in love with your greediness.
Hug and your kiss... I love how they’re so meaningless.
I love how you’re unable to show me what love’s meaning is.
But now I’m sick of it, I can’t do this anymore,
I loved you with all my heart but my aorta is torn.
Your affection is comprised with this perception of lies.
Knowing you is a hundred times more potent that suicide.
I felt alive until you came in my life and colonized.
Listen to the words on “Future Wife;” you don’t qualify.

Irresistible as usual; her features so suitable.
Her body is developed, the Devil is so beautiful.
Let her lock me up and corner me into a cubicle;
and I want to scream “I love you” but I know it isn’t mutual.
Irresistible as usual; her features so beautiful
I love it when she makes my existence feel like a funeral.
Perfect from her hair, make-up, down to her cuticles...
and I just want to scream “I love you” but I know it isn’t mutual.