Lover I don't have to love

Escribes palabras tan bonitas, 

pero la vida no es un libro de cuentos.

Amor es una excusa para lastimarse

y para herir.

¿Te gusta herir?

Me gusta, me gusta.

Entonces hiéreme...

Hiéreme, hiéreme...

I want a lover i don't have to love.

I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.