It's amazing how you can make me crumble without saying a word
Your love consists of hate and I can't stand that
But I love your hate and your poison words.
I can't acheive anything when you're not around
But when you are I always hit the ground.
Your hard shell isn't always going to protect you from
the spears poeple like yourself will throw.
Your jokes will be a Sunday afternoon show
someday.
I'll stay there though, right by your side like a seeing dog
(that's all I've ever been)
leading you through the dark.
I think you're either dependent on me
or I'm just intimdating
because I can take anything with a straight face
I can take your shit, can't I?
And when I can't, I tell you what's up
without hesitating.
But you can still put me down with one word, amazingly
(like David with his stone)
Your loving hate, it poisons me.
