Take the love out of my embrace and keep it for yourself.
Your intentions were pure.
As pure as the ripped-out heart of the devil.
The devil carries a jar of ripped out hearts.
You took that heart between your lips, eating your fill.
You said your intentions were pure when you pushed me to a cliff.
You took my love for yourself, turning it gray and rotten.
Feeding it to mushrooms saying, not fun anymore.
I gave you my love, so take it.
Stuff my inflatable love into a carpetbag with no concern.
Take my innocence between your fingers like a cigarette until it fills your lungs.
Dissect me and pick me apart.
Present me on a platter, heart not included.
Sell me for a handful of compliments.
Expose my nakedness and console what's left.
Degrade me, degrade yourself.
Cover my eyes, take all that's left.
You knew I couldn't win your game.
I have no love left to give.
Not for you.
You think yourself a mastermind, a devil.
You are just a kid who thinks themselves a god.
