The fabric that offered comfort, now only offers pain.
With what was so soft, and caressing, now digs deeper...
The empty hole of a heart, tears like a snag in my sweater.

You say:
"I love you, I love you.
I will always love you.
I'm so sorry for hurting you."

Forcing me to scream, liar! liar!
You are a liar.
You are no lover.
You are nothing more than a bad seamstress.

You gave me the sweater on my back.
It has always had a snag in it.
You are running away with the tread.
You have always had the tread in your hand.

Either give me this gift completly, or stop running.
Give me the other end of the thread so I can sew this comfort back together.
Or take this gift back.
I don't want something, If I can't have it completely.
I will never want something if I can't have it completely.
COMPLETE ME YOU FUCKING GIRL.