This is a song about "Love hurt"

The concept is so absurd

Theyve made the toughest people hurt

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Mess around with me get hurt

Making a movie, spike work

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Susceptible to all kinds of hurt

I ain't trynna be forward

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

But don't get mad quacking as if you're hurt

Here i go again, searching for love

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

Girl, i put in that work