Could I for once forget what's good,
And grab a hold of you in my arms.
You would have a protector,
The one who shelter's you from harm.
A lot of times I feel useless,
I know this is what you see,
Most of the time it's actually
Your harsh love that silently drowns me.
How can someone so wrong, feel so hell of a good,
Your are a misunderstood poison,
Lurking around the innocent.
And once you pick your target,
Your quota is well met.
It's like I'm a male praying mantis,
Willingly sticking my head to your jaws;
Over and over again.
And grab a hold of you in my arms.
You would have a protector,
The one who shelter's you from harm.
A lot of times I feel useless,
I know this is what you see,
Most of the time it's actually
Your harsh love that silently drowns me.
How can someone so wrong, feel so hell of a good,
Your are a misunderstood poison,
Lurking around the innocent.
And once you pick your target,
Your quota is well met.
It's like I'm a male praying mantis,
Willingly sticking my head to your jaws;
Over and over again.
