The way I am

I’m not sorry for using my heart as a trap.  
Once you’ve been caught it’ll never set you free.
It’s exciting to hear you beg and cry for attention.
But won’t let you go until I’m bored with you.
 
I’m not sorry for you getting lost within my magic triangle.
The murky Venus trap devours you greedily.
How you struggle to escape that vortex of desire.
Will swallow you whole and spit out the bits and pieces.
 
I’m not sorry for turning words into knives.
The blades are going to mutilate each word of yours.
My fun is watching you squirm under my lingual whip.
No remorse to butcher you with what’s escaping my lips.
 
I’m not sorry for being the way I am.
I’m not sorry for warming up my cold heart with purgatorial fire.
I’m not sorry for banishing you from Paradise.
I’m not sorry for breaking your wings.  
 
'Cause you broke mine.