lovers turn to monsters
at the loss of all affection.
I've turned into every ounce of hatred in you
now I drown myself in sober thinking,
reckless thinking...

love never dies a natural death
and ours is no exception
fights have become common as sin
you and I don our love as hatred

so you don’t need my love
and I don’t need your bullshit
you’re such a beautiful myth
it must have been the affection
that kept us from being monsters.