It's strange sometimes, and I swear it makes me laugh.
The way life throws shit in our face.
The way it threw us at each other.
Like you were meant to suffer, and I, to contain your pain.

Tell me who is raping who? My love.
I'm the powerful one, the one smearing tears on your cheek
As I'm pressing your face down, to the floor.
But, you're the violent one, the one who's forcing her
will,
Eclipsing my self with your own.

Got into a fight again, such a fool I am failing to obey.
I call you a bloodsucking leach, and a control freak and a
bitch.
And you have to go on calling me a loser.
You remind me of my mother, and that is never a good idea.

So who is raping who? My love,
I'm the one sitting by the window,
Watching the rain.
But you're the one counting the teardrops on the glass,
Calculating your loses, and your gains.

Seduction is a sword; you wield it like a samurai.
Cutting my wings had never been easier.
Like your nails tear through my flesh, in rage.
But the pleasure of being on top of you is well worth the
pain.

Who's raping who? My love.
Yes, I'm the monster, the one who needs help.
One who gave you all those black merit badges, covering your
pretty face.
But you're the abusive one, so cold hearted.
You'd rather cut your arms, than lending me a kind hand.

You have eyes like an angel,
Especially when you cry.
If ever I hurt you again, I swear,
It's only to prove my self wrong. About you being able to
die.

Well let us have a look at the score, my dying love. (My
lying dove, he he he).
You are the one bleeding slowly on the carpet,
Your legs open wide for all to see.
While I'm sitting naked in the bathtub, my wrists cut,
gushing, red all over.
From your Shackles I am finally free.

But I swear I miss you enough to cry.
So guess what,
I'm the one writing you this bloody poetry on the white
porcelain tiled wall.
A last goodbye for the one I will forever love.