I just found out,
I'm no different to the people I hate.
And now I can't think straight,
What I've brought about:
I hurt girls the same way
Only with different tactics than they,
Treating her as my prey.
I was never in love,
But girls are just too cute.
So I start my pursuit,
With success, to boot.
But the truth is... I kind of,
Think too much about me,
I may love for a month or three,
But eventually I'll just let her be.
I create a fake image of pretty pigeons,
Which lures girls into my dark dungeons.
Love is my religion...
And I have sinned.