Is it lust or is it love? Want to be good enough

I know too much, and this is how it ends

I do all you please, and now you're mad at me

Is there anything else you could be?

I pray my sins to wash away

You watch and stare, and pluck away at me

You pluck away at me, you pluck away at me

You're tearing off my wings, you're tearing off my wings