- cifra
I tried to love you, I thought I could
I tried to own you, I thought I would
I want to peel the skin from your face
Before the real you lays to waste
You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel, you should have run
Lying, crying and dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell
Cheating myself, still you know more
It would be so easy with a whore
Try to understand me little girl
My twisted passion to be your world
Lost inside my sick head
I live for you, but I'm not alive
Take my hands before I kill
I still love you, but I still burn
Yeah
Love, hate, love
Yeah
Love, hate, love
