You tear open my chest to see what you've got, You feed on the shards, you hold me hostage. You say it's love, but it's only punishment, A cruel theater that I watch in vain. Your touch hurts, your voice tears me apart, I bleed in silence, I beg you to stay, But you really like to see me cry. Masochist with my heart, You make my love your fun. You dance in my chaos, laugh at my pain, And call this false love passion. Your embrace is a bond that tightens too much, Your presence suffocates, but I always ask for more. And in the mirror, I see who I've become, Just an empty reflection of what I once loved. I scream inside, but you don't listen, Dig deeper, say it's so I can prove it That to love is to suffer, that I need to learn That the pleasure of your game is to weaken me. Masochist with my heart, You make my love your amusement. You dance in my chaos, laugh at my pain, And call this false love passion. I love you and I hate you, but I don't know how to leave, Trapped in the cycle of seeing you hurt. And even though I know it will destroy me, I still choose to let you exist.