Through your sweet lips I got my first taste of poison
You did such a good job pretending you cared; little did I know that your care has the same face as a gun.
Now I can see right through your welcoming face (since when was a gun welcoming?) with the beauty of a butterfly
I can see all of the evil demons working your brain; they are forever screaming, and making plans for my funeral.

I just realized that in your language “I love you” must mean, “I’ll end your life”
I’m too gullible for love

I’ll breathe you in to bide some time, to plan your end, and then the laughs will be mine.
I’ll hold you in so tight and watch our fates run hand in hand through a bomb field

Your guilt now controlling my hands, too much guilt to control, my hands stretched out to the sun
Like a noose around your neck
Letting go of this anger cuts straight through your chest
With your heart all torn up, and your life on a string (this anger is scissors, ill end this whole thing)

Please!!! Just drown in my pain, the weight of my regret pulling you further down forever, this ocean of hate is so deep, do you realize death is near
My heart is sincere (I think).
The sharks of my anger tearing at your feat
Your flame has been vanquished as your blood stains your hair.
You’re not going to pull me under this time (the last laugh’s mine)