There’s a beauty to the pain you cause;

An exquisite tingle that accompanies the sting.

I suppose that must be why you keep me
Always coming back for more; always leaning
In to kiss the wolf, instead of fleeing, as I should.

There’s a beauty to the hurt you bring;

A heat so cold, it makes me shiver
A cold so hot, it makes me quiver
My heart is a bleating lamb; you
Are the slaughter.

There’s a beauty to the hearts you break;

A glimmer of hope in the darkest of souls
Another heart fits to make the halves whole
Well, Love, you’ll surely show me that heart
Then steal it all away again.