Wicked Love

He loved in the most wickedest of ways That’s the only way he knew how to love Intentionally hurting and abusing when he could Causing harm, I think he got off on it He loved in the most wickedest of ways He was so mean, it poured from his pores Never was a sense of peace when he was around There was always something that angered him Something that displeased him He loved in the most wickedest of ways That rage in his eyes, frightening The fire from his hand when it hits her face Or that grip if his hands when they around her throat He loved in the most wickedest ways The thought of him losing you Here comes the lies and manipulations Even the tears as his turns himself into the victim But look carefully beyond the tears and see that deceiving smile He loved in the most wickedest of way The devils right hand man, always letting the Lords pray roll off his tongue Lying, like God doesn’t have ears Deceiving, like God doesn’t have eyes He loved in the most wickedest of ways Good over evil, he couldn’t bear to hear Until he saw for himself Those you kick will be the ones you need He loved in the most wickedest of ways Now the devil has turned his back on him And now he is begging for her love Crying for her love Lost without her love He loved in the most wickedest of ways