Why Do I Love You, You Hate Everything You'Ve Become
There’s are ghosts in your head that just won’t die
While there’s a liar in your eyes on whom I can’t rely
And there’s a method to your madness, but no one knows
That something’s not right until its ugly face shows
Because the ghosts just keep screaming, too loud for you to hear
That when you thought I was gone, I’d always stayed right here
And though the liar tried to trick me, saying words you’d naught believe
So that I took on all your monsters when all I needed was a reprieve
But soon you tasted my blood to find that you liked the taste
Longing, wanting more, so you laid me waste
Though I begged and I pleaded for you my dear
You only heard and saw ghosts never really there.
And when you saw your blood, it proved the last straw
That horrible scream that unhinged your jaw,
I knew never again could I come to call you mine
As foolish a faith as that of a Divine.
For you, there was only the ghosts inside your head
Haunting your eyes and the liar with all his words yet said.
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