Your an addicting disease,
that I just can't seem to quit.
You have ripped my heart,
but I still can't seem to quit you.

Why, you may ask,
simply because I love you.
I don't know why I love you,
the way that I do.

First you were Mr. Charming,
making me fall harder for you.
Then you just let me fall,
and when I fell it hurt.

Not the kind of pain,
that of getting stabbed once.
But more the pain of,
getting shot, stabbed to death, even tortured to death.

I want to rip your heart out,
like you did to me.
So that you can see,
exactly what you have done.

You say that you dont care,
but I know that deep down you do.
Go ahead and put up the front,
but know that I can see right through you.