It doesn’t hurt me Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know that it doesn’t hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I’m making? You, it’s you and me

You don’t want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I’m tearing you asunder
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?
You, it’s you and me
It’s you and me won’t be unhappy


they act as if their dead insides, machinist hearts are most valuable. guarded, i’m sure, guards while swords pierce the heart of my soft soul – but there must be a purpose, a worth in delicacy.