Her.

Drifting to sleep, the sound of faded music;
Your kisses linger on me, the smell of you surrounds me.
I start to fall down, the lust is finally resting;
And I see you, the pain that you are swallowing.
The death that it is causing, not forgiven;
I could never leave, Oh dear Lord, I need you.
Shaking, aching, breaking, I know, you see;
It kills me so much faster to loose your love.
Those bible pushing bastards, could not amount to the pain you cause;
Your pretty face, my sick disgrace.
Just kiss me once again.