You make me sick...I'll tear out those diamond eyes I can't bear to see. Crimson spills on paper skin...they call this tragedy. Remembering the nights when you'd whisper to me soft, "forever more my heart is yours" realize those words have died. As the life fades from your eyes. All that I can say is it may not be too late try again, make it perfect, make me worth it or else die for all I care. If I can not be loved then none shall be think of this as I softly kiss your blood glazed lips once more on this night this thing you call love dies. Your face disgusts me, smile and bear your lies. This broken trust will become your demise. As the life fades from your eyes all that I can say is it may not be too late. Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it. Or else die for all I care. After today silence will haunt you
expect no forgiveness for your life will end tonight now I grit my teeth and finish what I know must be done. To kill the memory of you...and you said this would be forever.