Sew With a Stitch

Once again, we take the hit.
Too long have we played this love sick bit.
I've played my part well.
I'll live long in Hell,
As long as his soul reins.

I cry when I'm sleeping.
I cry in the dawn.
But he ignores me and only yawns.
For he'll always be waiting
for the thrill of a life time;
Pleasure and sweating.

Sometimes I fear him
When at midnight I come
Scared that maybe this time,
He won't be alone.
The new girl will be with him
And stay by his side.
She won't care for my story.
From the truth he will hide.

He can use me,
Abuse me.
Wait. He already has.
And yet I stay with him.
I'm in love.
Is that so bad?

Hand in hand with her by day.
In bed with me by night.
I've put myself in this awful plight.
More than once has he done this
With many a girl.
Gives them their first taste of love
and their bodies a whirl.

I'm like a puppet
Dancing in his show.
One of a thousand simultaneous secrets
That She'll never know.
But she is my friend,
How can I do this to her?
Love's a disgusting thing.
Unmoral things can occur.

He says he misses my touch,
Wants to see me again.
Beyond my better judgment,
I foolishly attend.
But when I lay down beside him,
And he hands me my drink,
I know for a fact,
He's not mine to keep.

He's in love with another.
Or so he says.
The only time he has for me
Is when we're in bed.
In Hell my soul will rot
For this evil plot.
Together again
For the sweet taste of sin.

I hate myself
For what I desire.
The look in his eyes
The way we perspire.
If you're having trouble
Understanding my heart.
I just can't explain.
I'm also in the dark.

He's called the wrong name before
During my show.
He has trouble remembering
The names of his hoes.
But I sometimes start crying.
My tears streaming out.
He has a temper,
But dare won't shout.

I know who he wants
So much More than me.
My best friend he's dating;
Someone I cannot be.
But I don't think he really cares-
We both sigh and moan.
And he keeps us in his web.
My other friends don't even know.

Pathetic I am
For believing his lies.
Why do I trust
His narrow hazel eyes?
So easy to trust; so obvious to see.
That he never truly wanted me.
I cry some more but silently.
I don't want to wake him,
I'd rather die happy.

So I turn to sleep,
Dreaming that my lover will see.
And I pray to God
That he'll take mercy on me.
Kiss me, kill me--
That's what he does.
Seducing a girl
In a moment of heated buzz.

'I love you' has eight letters,
But so does 'bull shit'.
I feel like I've hit the bottom
Of a bottomless pit.
So I pray one more time
For forgiveness from God.
I know I don't deserve;
Please don't think me as odd.

When he calls, I'll come.
If he asks, I'll run.
To these shackles I'm trapped;
To my head there's a gun.
I know that it's strange,
To love someone that much.
But I just can't live without,
His warm, tender touch.

So he can still have me,
I'm his whore and his bitch.
My still broken heart
I can sew with a stitch.