At times like these i feel like skinning you alive, drowning you in a river or worse, then pray to God that you resurrect so that i can have the pleasure of killing you again. And at other time am head over heels in love with you, swearing to tomorrow that only death will ever do us apart. Now does that even make sense to you. Why do you have to go out of your way to charm me then later on piss me off to hell? And why on earth do i still stick around with you? I guess then that this is what they call love.