You give a little, yet you take a lot.
You say kind things, but you choose to block.

You say I deserve the best, because the best is what I give.
Then you tell me you’ll do more, yet your lie is how you live.


Breadcrumbs for the birds. That’s all you ever share.
But they’re rotten, green, and moldy, Iike the heart you choose to wear.

Laugh at my devotion– mistake it for desperation.

Curse the N of our name and the Neurotic exaltations, but know this–

It was love.
It was love.

Love will always be my only motivation.