Love is a game, nothing to win, a lot to lose. Find you, taste you, lick you, I fuck you like a fiend. Don't want to be your slave, don't want to hear the rain. Don't wanna hear this sound 'cause I know the smell of pain. My eyes are pretty so I can make you sleep faster. My tongue is soft so I can taste you better. My fingers is long so I can stroke your guts deeper. But my heart was not weak so you could destroy it harder. Bitch! All of this goes around in a circle, again and again, the same story. I'm fed up, my skull smells like death. I suffer; you smell like sulfur. I wanna die, bitch! Today it's raining, yet it won't be washing my pain away. I hate what I'm writing I hate what I'm writing You! Reading this lines! You know you'll be the next! You know you'll be the next! You know you'll be the next!