What Is Love

A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, Oh heart, oh heart, my heart that burn with desires When would you learn, when would you stop lusting? My wicked burning desires, you will destroy me He never woos me, he never made love to you Yet he seems to control my ever moods Dracula, had drawn my blood before, The viper had tortured my soul, now he is dead Tomorrow will be the death of his passing, Today, I am feuding with his spirits, whom he transferred Into the body of another, whom I thought had rescues me from The darkness of my depression, did I want to achieve this Kind of happiness, or did I just want to feel his manhood Between the thighs, and his lips on my breast, and And hour or two would have predicted the rest. Communication is supposed to be the key, He removed the key from the rack And once again, I am on hold, Loose lips will always sink ship I will never, make excuses for my outspokenness, If I, do it will only weaking me, But I know, that one and one always equal two. What can he bring to the table? Dead love, I need to know why me. The shame, the pain, and mostly this game: Love me or leave me. I have to stop running. Here we go again, breaking up, The good will always outweigh the bad.