i always think of you
i wrote a thousand letters
were they made for you
i guess it doesnt matter

do they kiss your wounds
does it heal them faster
do they wear your clothes
i'm sure it fits them better

it hurts me every time
i've had this feeling in the back of my mind
i've been thinking for a while
you hurt me more, just the more i love you

well just a week ago
you said you love me
im just a stupid child
for beliving it

if i could fix my heart
i would forget you
but while im broken
hold your chest against me

are they just what you like
do they have bigger eyes
are they smaller than you
can you carress them better

are they perfect for
the stuff you fantasize
i wish i could be
just what you like

do you enjoy seeing me suffer?
is all you do on purpose to hurt me?
is it because i'll never get mad at you?
is it because you love me?

Just What You Like

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