Damaged and Deranged

What have we done, Love?
Who are we to turn their life upside down?
Who are we to fold their soul inside out?
Who are we to do that to them?

I am a damaged person.
I am the charming devil.
I find satisfaction in keeping secrets.
I find happiness in being sad.
I find pleasure in telling lies.

You are a deranged person.
You are the ugly messenger.
You find satisfaction in role playing.
You find happiness in being bad.
You find pleasure in feeling guilty.

You and I are the ends meet.
You and I are bound to be together.
You and I are hunger for more.

But what have we done, Love?
What have we done?



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