The Little Slug Love Song

Every time you cry

a little piece of me dies

Tearing out my heart and soul

it's too much more not to try

I could fuck you to death

but the blood takes too long to dry

No point in your last breath

you're dead already inside

But every time you cry

a little piece of me dies

Nothing really new for you

but it's too much more not to try

I still love you today

but I don't really know why

I never got any truth from you

I guess I'll live with your lies