I always seem to take it the worst, when someone needs hurt, and I gotta spread the dirt.
Time and time again I prove I’m nothing but a monster,
I hurt the ones I hold close and I go too far,
Yet you deny I’m sick, that I’m a monster,
I’m something less, way below par,
And I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you,
I’d gladly pay a pound of flesh to see you smile,
And in my heart I know what it is that I should do,
Just stay away, just stay away, just stay away from you,
But I can’t help it, cause when all the while,
All I want is you.
I’d suffer for a million years,
If it meant you’d shed no more tears,
I’d gladly die so you’d have a life without fears.
I know that these things, will hardly be needed,
But it’s just a product of this love that you seeded.
Please give me the chance to make this better,
I’m tired, hurt, and as a result, bitter,
I never meant to be a quitter.
I just wish I’d never said it.
As usual, I was an asshole and fucking pushed it,
But I’ll do anything to make it alright again.
Not even I can spend all my life in sin.
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