Smeared make-up as we lay in the wake of destruction.
Hush baby, speak softly.
Tell me you're awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me.
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby, without you, I'm nothing.
I'm so lost, hug me.
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me.
Then after that shove me in the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on.
Two psychopaths but we know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs, that we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky.
Together we move mountains.
Let's not make mountains out of molehills.
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?
I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count but together, we'll live forever.
We found the youth fountain.
Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refuse counsellin'.
This house is too huge- if you move out I'll burn all two thousand square feet of it to the ground.
Ain't shit you can do about it.
'Cause with you I'm in my fucking mind, without you I'm out of it.
-Eminem, Love the Way You Lie Pt 2
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