"i hate you. do you hate me? good. cuz you're so fucking beautiful when you're angry. it makes me wanna just take you and throw you on the bed and fuck you like i don't even know you. the more you slap me, the more it turns me on cuz you love me and i love you more...we truly love eachother. that's why we're always fighting, all we do is shove eachother every other fucking night. it's clear it ain't gonna change, all this pent up rage we both have. we both feel like we've been upstaged by someone else. we've both been someone else's someone else. problem is, neither one wants help. it's an addiction and it cant be fixed. it hurts cuz the pieces to the puzzle don't fit. anybody who thinks they know us....they don't know shit."
i think that's how it goes....something like that.
i think that's how it goes....something like that.
What do you think? That I can just walk away from this? That I can just forget that I love you? I need you. I'm dead without you.
Stop it!
I don't want to stop, it feels to good.
I thought it was killing you.
It is and it feels great. Such a wondrous pain in the heart. When you speak I crumble, when you look at me I melt, and when you touch me I cringe.
Sounds unpleasant.
Oh, it is.
So why don't you forget about?
Because you love me too. Isn't that right. You love me just as much as I love you.
I...
Don't lie to me.
You know I don't feel that way.
LIAR!!
Please don't... You know I can't love you.
Who cares what the Lord thinks? When we're in Hell together it won't matter.