The Closest Thing We'll Ever Be
The closest thing we'll ever be to Lover's
is as Enemies
and the only love I feel for you
is love of the fury at things you do
And all the passion in my veins
is directed at beating you at you're own game
The lust your face has in me sown
is as Enemies
and the only love I feel for you
is love of the fury at things you do
And all the passion in my veins
is directed at beating you at you're own game
The lust your face has in me sown
is for your life--you're blood alone
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