infected

You are an infection, a lovely disease. Your changing me and you no it, im on my knees your turning the player, into the played The hunter to the hunted, the night to day. Your melting me slowly, with your smile it wont take you long, a little while then you'll walk, like i always do and i'll cry and weep and long for you. Maybe its my turn to hurt and plead maybe its time, for this heart to bleed.