Wrong Kind Of Love

Nothing's prettier than a pretty girl digging a heart shaped hole in the ground. Hear that sound? That's the fortress 'round your heart crumbling down. Feeling like...like you kinda...like the feeling...feel like falling...head over heels...into the hole...that she's digging...and you're thinking you should go...'cause you know...that she wants the wrong kind of love, wants the kind of love you can't give her. She wants the wrong kind of love, but you don't hold that against her, 'cause if that's the kind of love she wants, then that's just the kind of love you'll have to give her. Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight, 'cause you never felt nothing so real or right as this wrong...wrong kind of love. Like a tombstone in a snowstorm, she's so cool, pale and gloomy. Her affection for affliction's just sleight of hand---a stolen picture taken from some loving fool, who just like you, mutely surrendered...and this snapshot of the future is a map of your undoing...'cause you know that you should go but you don't go...though she wants the wrong kind of love, wants the kind of love you can't can give her. She wants the wrong kind of love, but you don't hold that against her, 'cause if that's the kind of love she wants, then that's just the kind of love you'll have to get her. Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight 'cause you never felt nothing so real or right as this wrong...wrong kind of love. Your love's a tale told by idiots, signifying nothing more than a wise hunger for destruction, for in the temple of your loving, scrawled upon the wall just there behind the portrait of yourself there lies a prayer written in your hand, it says, "Girl, come and destroy me." And you know...why you don't go. 'Cause you want the wrong kind of love, want the kind of love no one can give you. You want the wrong kind of love, and she's just the girl to give it to you. And if you beg to object, well I will beg you to reconsider 'cause this little twist in the story is just the seed of your salvation... 'cause this wrong...wrong kind of love...wrong kind of love... 没有什么比一个漂亮的女孩在地面挖掘一个心脏形的洞漂亮。听到声音吗？这是要塞“圆你的心脏摇摇欲坠了。感觉就像......就像你还挺......喜欢这种感觉......感觉像坠落......神魂颠倒......进了洞......她的挖...你在想你应该去。 ..因为你知道......她想错了那种爱，希望的那种爱，你给不了她。她想错了那种爱，但你不认为对她，因为如果那是一种爱，她想要的，那么这仅仅是一种爱，你得给她。来乞求，借用，窃取，或打的，因为你从来没有感觉到什么如此真实或正确的，因为这错了...错了的爱情。就像在暴风雪墓碑，她太酷了，脸色苍白，暗淡了。她对苦难的只是花招---偷来的图片，从一些爱情傻瓜，谁跟你一样，默默地投降......和对未来的这种快照采取的是你解开的地图......因为你知道，你应该去，但你不要走......虽然她想错了那种爱，希望的那种爱，你能不能也给她。她想错了那种爱，但你不认为对她，因为如果那是一种爱，她想要的，那么这仅仅是一种爱，你得向她。来乞求，借用，窃取，或打，因为你从来没有感觉到什么如此真实或正确的，因为这错了...错了的爱情。你的爱是告诉白痴的故事，足见不是一个明智的渴望毁灭而已，在你爱的圣殿，在城墙上只是有自己的肖像背后潦草其实存在着写在你的手祈祷，它说， “女孩，来毁灭我。 “你知道......你为什么不走。因为你想错了那种爱，想要的那种爱情没有人可以给你。你想错了那种爱，她只是那个女孩把它给你。如果你求对象，以及我会求你重新考虑“造成这种扭曲的小故事中是你的救赎只是种子......”造成这个错误的......错的爱情......错了的爱情......

is your kind of love 是你的爱