What a son of a bitch you are

You play with my heart like a guitar without strings

You play as if it was kindergarten and all the cards were at your disposal

God

I hate you more than the hate that God says to have for Samael

Because you are, I dare say, more tempting than him

And you’re a corruption for which I’ll still go to recovery for

Because

What son of a bitch you are

With that you always smile at me with those words that leave my knees like jelly and I wouldn’t want to deny that I love you for the thousands of smiles that you have given me. 

But neither can I deny that you make my joints ache in the way that they have started to crack from so many expectations that you like to destroy, and I like like like you, but I can’t can’t can’t because if I concede I’ll crumble. 

So, what a son of a bitch you are because you are so marvelous that I leave you my heart without a doubt.

TA.