Nightshade

It started out so innocent
A plea for help
For better friends
Infatuated or obsessed
Love is rated at who's expense
You're feeding more
You're needing more
Unrivaled attention
They're hoping for
And bleeding more
To win your affection
Never to meet again
Might as well be dead
Pretend, pretend, pretend
We're such good friends
Your lies
They're tearing apart these perfect eyes
Your lies
They're tearing apart those virgin eyes
It soured quick
They resist
You're fixated on revenge
Burned it out
All Hell's been sent
Purged from their existence
You're starving for
You're needing more
Unwanted attention
They're hoping for
To ignore you more
Escape your affliction