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Twisted sense of irony

In the way a ghost of lack of sympathy

Has turned me so hopeless, so heartless

Guess heaven ain’t open for me tonight

I’ll pray for the last time

For you and for me and our ordinary lives, ordinary lives

My pain redefined like an unwelcome guest arrives

Just to remind me

I’m there for you if you still want me

To fall after all, I’m yours to keep

Just come to me, I’ll wait here with my wounds wide open...

Pour your salt into these wounds and watch me crawl

Tell me to take it like a man

Show me my place

Hurt me just because you can

Though now it hurts like hell

It is better to see that something else

Than leave me unanswered and teased

So tell me now, how was he?

And tell me, was he worth it?

And now its peace is all I want

It’s all in payment for this old and tired one

Downcast wayward son

Can’t go out of my home

So I’ll make it my own

While rising up to feel no more

Trying to wash off the pain’s stain

Don’t fill my heart with your disdain

Why can’t you see, I live with, I face, what you ask of me

You pour your salt into my wounds and watch me crawl

Tell me to take it like a man

Show me my place

Hurt me just because you can

Take me in then tell me you hate me

Dream with me

Make love to me until I bleed

How does it feel to know that you can’t break me?

And I guess I’d forgive if would not look weak

And I knew that you’d give yourself to me

Though the wound is too deep I would give everything

If I could just be the object of your desire

Silently, you stood there before me

Violently, unveiling your sin and your deceit

You said to me, love is only beautiful when it bleeds

Pour your salt into these wounds and watch me crawl

Tell me to take it like a man

Show me my place

Hurt me just because you can!