Cerce
Choices
I’m a strong kind of weakThe pins keep pushing farther in,Pushing through pale skin,Puncturing my red heartCause I chose you to move in closerCloser than any other hypnotized soulI chose you to hurt meOh the privilege I haveIt’s a damn curse we can’t escape,A curse we can’t win,It’s a damn curseThe thought of trying to hold on hurts,The thought of losing that heart hurtsOh the terror of lossOh the terror of lossPuncturing my red heartI chose you to hurt meI chose you to break meI chose you to hurt me
From Letras Mania