Her heart's stained with the poison of your love.
But is this love? Or is it just her?
For her mind 's not sustained,
To your ways of taking and giving.
For you tear down her soul and ignite in her hatred.
But in the end you still say 'I love you so much',
Wish that could heal those wounds,
Wish that could purge out this poison.
Instead she says 'I love you too',
Hiding away her sorrow,
Wrapping her happiness around these thorns of lies.
For your love's a wildfire that destroys her.