Apr 24, 2004 11:22
this is a void, that must be filled
i wanna kill everything you think is beautiful
call me crazy and i'll cut your fucken tongue out.
out of respect for me,
dont you think thats a little extreme?
well you always called me dull.
full of shit, is what you are.
i dont even care where you breathe,
just know that its your last.
this is a regret that i love to hold onto,
a grudge i respect with every ounce of blood in me.
keeping quiet!
break before falling,
and knowing this will help you
catch a glimpse of what im goning to do.
this is so ridiculous, i can except that.
so why cant you except the fact that every word you
say is a word i dont wanna hear?
so keep your fucken mouth shut before i cut your
tongue out, out of respect! for me!
break before falling,
im not pretending that this will help.
i know it will, after i kill every feeling
i ever had for you!
this is a song, fiction!
this is a song, fiction!
where you die and i live!
where you suffer and i find her!
the one you thought i could never!
this is a song, and every time its played
it reminds me how many times you died.