Knife Called Love

Knife called love.

We insisted to play silly games with love.
Neither of us knew what we were thinking of.

You'd threaten, you'd scream and you'd shout.
You insisted on lying and putting yourself about.

I'd call you out and say things to cut like a knife.
I'm sorry I even agreed to be your stupid little wife.

Were you lying when you gave me the god damn ring?
I look at it now all dull and lifeless not meaning a thing.

We'd argue a few hours, fight hard and play even harder.
I'd go on about you as I moan like a stupid little martyr.

Doing little things to purposely piss you off just to get some reaction.
Anything to get you to say something even if you don't budge a fraction.

Dig my claws deeper because if I can't have better nor can you.
I only stay by your side to make you pay mentally for what you do.

Yes i'm a bitch, I'll hold up my hands with a sadistic smirk.
But you're not innocent my loving prince, you're hard work.

You couldn't bare it if I left your sorry ass alone in the mud.
You'd rather stab me with a knife in the back and spill my blood.

You're spiteful and you know it, can't bare to see me doing better.
You panicked like a bitch when you got that divorce letter.

I walk away and you pull my hair back and throw me to the floor.
I get up and I smack you hard, then slam you into the door.

We get lost in the anger as my finger nails scratch at your skin.
This is an on going battle neither of us will actually win.

We're two sides of stubborn and we refuse to let go, it'll be alright.
In the morning we're at each other's throats but we're fucking by night.

It's like we're addicted to the pain and hurt, like we cant live without it.
Can't turn our backs on each other, murder would happen, don't doubt it.

Stay face to face destroying each other, I owe you that much.
We really can't live our lives without that brutal touch.