love letter to the world

The way you love

it runs on the tongue, the way you love
You say you wanna be better, nicer
But you and I already know your truth
Cause you're doomed not to succeed
You started the bad guy, your only end's 6 feet underground
And I'll be dancing on your grave, throwing rocks at your rotten name
« Beloved » but I'll spit on the ground and laugh at people crying
You and I both know your eternal curse
You're bad honey, damned n fucked up
But babe I'm just worse
Cause you were the villain when I met you, and I still fell for you
You'll be evil but I'll be weak, so break me
Don't be the nice guy so I'll cry again
You insult and hit and I hate you for it
You promise you'll change so I'll stay
I do of course, and then I can't stand you anymore after a while
In the end I'll make the worst decision, so here goes the funeral
Funeral of our love, laughs, dates, restaurants, parties, poems, roses and walks in the city at night
Funeral of your behaviour, anger, charm, handsomeness and manipulations
Funeral of my weakness, acceptance, fear, love and hideaways

Funeral of your fucking evil soul.