Your face arrives again,
All hope I had become surreal,
But under your covers,
More torture than pleasure,
And just past your lips,
There's more anger than laughter,
Not now or forever will I ever change you,
I know that to go on I'll break you, my habit..
All hope I had become surreal,
But under your covers,
More torture than pleasure,
And just past your lips,
There's more anger than laughter,
Not now or forever will I ever change you,
I know that to go on I'll break you, my habit..