That place I call hell is really my home,
and it hurts when you leave me knee deep and alone;
While you're feeding her your lies,
I am living my darkest dreams tonight;
And I will take my last breath, leading not into death,
but into a heaven unknown to mankind;
And love is a thing someone special brings,
not hate and anguish with words that sting;
Our fate is untrustworthy, disdainful, unjust,
and as I fall to your mercy I realise...
Sugar, this ain't love.
(04.20.2007 - Vancouver, Canada)
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