Sex Is Pain, Pain Is Love, Love Is Dying Without You

You fucked me up and I loved you,
you spit on me and I groveled at your feet,
you destroyed my soul and I laughed with you,
you killed me and I thanked you.

When does the pain go away?
I'm chasing after the broken crystal starshine,
and it's coming the dawn of day.
When will peace be mine?
Do slit wrists ever heal,
and will you come back to hurt me?
Before your holy feet I kneel,
and wonder what this punishment will be.

The piano plays a forgotten song
as you open every scar again.
It won't be long
until I see inside and feel pain.
Can you taste the hurt on my lips?
Come closer and drink the blood
from my ever so tainted kiss,
then leave me crawling in the mud.

You say, " You're a bore, but the sex's so good."
I'm your bitch and nothing more.
If I could walk out I would,
but what am I but a whore?