Life's a giant mess with her.
Walking up to me with scissors
Cutting up my inner
Like a tattered piece of paper.
I bet you, she looks like a bloodthirsty girl.
Sipping blood like cooler
Eyes dead and hands are choker
But I tell you, her heart melts like butter.
She's got those mind-boggling deeds
And I planted some dirty seeds
That whenever she closes her lids
She'll see me running away; freed.
They say we're the worst of the worsts:
I'm terrible at words
She trusts no one in this world.
It's a pain in the ass for us to work.
Yet we're still walking down this road
A path longer than an ode
Our hands intertwined, I'm sold.
"You're the piece that completes this puzzling world."