I sell scars and empty hearts to all the girls with open sores. I give away intangible happiness and false hopes to the little boys with innocent bruises. I'm quite decieving and i'll never be what you want so please just let go cause i can't. There's only enough left of me to love one thing in this world. I have a pretty little whore and I love her so much when she grinds my heart to dust. I have a secret love affair with my sadness and I'm afraid to ever let her leave. So walk away like everyone else. It's okay because she's all I'll ever need.