He loves me
He holds me
When I hurt the most
He says I'm his Venus
But I already know (I cannot give)
And it's something that haunts me
A gift forever taunting me
I'm heartless
And I hate to admit it
But the wasteland we live in
Has painted me red
An artist
And I'm not good for him
I'm not good for him
I'm not good for him
I try to fall
I really do
But I cannot fall
If you don't love me too
And then I get bored
It's boring
I'm heartless
And I hate to admit it
But the wasteland we live in
Has painted me red
An artist
And I'm not good for him
I'm not good for him
I'm not good for him
I'm not good for him
I'm not good for him
Everybody knows that I am soulless
They can call the inquisition on me
But what's there to lose
When you lost yourself so long ago
And you really have no soul
May this dry wasteland burn into ash
So I can claim my humanity back
It's wild
I'm just a scared little child
Or
I'm heartless
And I hate to admit it
But the wasteland we live in
Has painted me red
An artist
And I'm not good for him
I'm not good for him
I'm not good for him
