Displaced Hate

She cries a thousand tears, says she's tired and then a part of me dies. Stays dormant, shovels and relaxes like a style. How can love confuse hate? Her skin is so soft but hides the scales of a snake. Sweet blonde whore, you will die completely fake. Semi comfortable wrapped inside your flaws, my pain will seal your fate. Your behavior draws out all my hate. This is where you will reside, on a cracked plate, distanced ... ... love came a little late.