I've graced these hands and have tasted these lips before One day my true love, the next a treacherous storm I have lost again I won't let her back in True love's so sweet as well is the taste for blood The veins run real thin, to thin to ever love again I am coming down From the worst trip of love She wants back my time, my thoughts, my mind I will give back her worthless sense of pride I have gained one love It has a hold on me