Pretty on your knees

I see the beast inside
Or at least that's what you call it
A broken face of a clown
With a black tear underneath

There is no pride at all
And you don't know where you've lost it
I loved you're misery
You're so pretty on your knees

I love, I hate
I heal, I break
I love, I hate, running in circles

I love, I hate
I heal, I break
I love, I hate, running in circles

I feed your beast inside
Or at least that's what I call it
A broken face of our own
With your tears to stain the sheets

I like to come inside
And rob you of your honey
I have no pride at all
You're so pretty on your knees