End Credits/Demoness

I'm sorry I'm not up for a fuck tonight.

I want to talk about all the morbid thoughts in my head.

Will you love me if I showed you my ugly or like many others, would it scare you away? 

You don't intend to stay.

You never do.

And it's not like I want you hanging around either. 

So just like I'd predicted, we will go our separate ways.

Later, much later, when you call,

I'll tell you that I love you.

Even though I will probably not realise that I perhaps don't mean it.

It's always instinctive, a reflex.

I have learned so much from you.

I have learned so much from the world.

I'm a junkie, I want more.

I only want to suck you, taste every inch of you.

Till you make an imprint in my head.

I do it not to pleasure you, but climax,   myself. 

One Of Those Days

I play along, I do it so well.

You wouldn't think of me as anything but some kind of a beautiful freak.

I kiss. I sing. I abuse my sense of self.

Does my naivety make you feel good? I really can't tell. 

Everything is a loop.

My wild heart, my bad choices.

The scars on my body may have healed,

But they remind me every day what a struggle it has been.

What a struggle it will always be.

To just get out of bed. 

Lover Come Back/Breaking Point

You can feel it starting to come back.

Slowly, sneakily.

It'll take over you, consume you, before you know it.

You're helpless. You're heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Nothing works, it never really goes away.

It can strike when you're in a room full of people. You want to end it all and jump off, a spur of the moment bad decision perhaps. But the instinct is worrying. What if you really do one fine day?

Or it can come to you when you're alone, lonely.

There's no cure.

It is what it is.

You try and think of happy times when you were yourself. But it doesn't help. Memories seem fuzzy and quite frankly, a little bit stupid.

You felt something. You really did.

It wasn't a selfish kind of love.

It wasn't  the greatest you felt, but there was potential. 

And now you're wondering what you did wrong to be in this hellhole.

It was clearly something you did wrong.

Blame yourself, never someone else

It kills you to think that it meant nothing to thw other party concerned. 

Nothing at all.

You were everyday meat.

He was special. 

You were a nobody. 

Heartbreak is always so savage. 

Longing

One day

All this pain will go away.

But I'm afraid you've made me some kind of a monster,

Unable to love again. 

You're so cruel.

And incredibly, incredibly vain.

Why did you take my love when you never intended to stay?