Now you can feel free to hate me for this.
Your type of beauty is born to fade, one of lust
and of shame.
My empathy has breeded in my contempt, but this
pain will be lived through with all my temperence.
For this revelation and the fall to match it,
what's left is consequence.
I accept no truth - only outlook, so I restore my
faith in nothing...
But the beat of my heart, and the beat of our
hearts...
And the blood on my hands for reaching.
You gave it away with your eyes -
You've been fucking yourself with your own cold
hands again.
You gave it away with your eyes.
Don't you ever reach out for my hands again.
I can never be safe from myself.
If it sounds bitter, its because it is - I will
live forever alone with this.
If I sound bitter, its because I am but make no
mistake - I'm screaming love through the hate.
I will love through the hate.