put you on a pedestal and yell for a hanging
aiming my arrows and not thinking twice
not realizing i was falling in love
if that is even what you could call it
this feeling of killing and loving you at the same time
the ultimate love/hate relationship
the birds are singing such sweet songs
but the churches stay only half full
you stare through half lovers
and i hope these eyes can burn your soul
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