love,
or lust ?
caked with blood
or dark with rust ?
I see the way you look at me and wonder if I'm someone you can trust.
I never asked myself what I was doing here,
I simply pressed on without a hitch.
and if you were wondering why I'm still alive,
I can be one mean son of a bitch.
you get to choose, darling.
it's simple,
really.
love ?
or lust ?
dried blood
or pretty rust ?
you'll let me in your head and I'll mix it up without a fuss.
so watch the way you look at me,
and be careful you don't fall,
cause I'll be there and I'll be gone,
and I'll leave you wondering if I existed at all.
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