Compare myself to you with this adorable metaphor
A wrecked spirit from a romantic brawl
Now you see me as you were supposed to
Never weary of loving you
Far from growing sick and sour
Love me, love me more
Nothing much, nothing less, except for a personality to adore
Our resemblance is within the vicinity of our core
I bet you’d still love me even if I was a whore
If I were to sever your heart and live it sore
Something I wouldn’t do but you of cause have done before
Everything beautiful about you makes my eye sore
Pardon my cynicism, it’s only a metaphor