I gave you my heart, you gave me scars, We danced in the dark beneath broken stars. Your touch was heaven, your words were fire, A burning truth dressed up as desire. Love felt sweet, but the taste was rough, You showed me heaven, then called my bluff. Now I’m bleeding slow in the pouring rain, Learning that love can come with pain. You said forever — I heard goodbye, You smiled once, then let me die. Now I wear my wounds like a poet’s chain, Writing my story of love with pain. Still, I’d choose you, again and again, Even if it means drowning in rain. ‘Cause some hearts break, yet still remain, Forever addicted to love with pain.