There's a tear in my heart where the blood ran out There's a tear in my heart where the love ran out. I thought we worked, pushed toward the same ends
turning back What you did to me I`ll do to them A suicide or a life in pain Lost all dignity Self inflicted pain Salt in your wounds Let`s pour some salt in your wounds
It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds Love is insane and Baby We are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds
are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds Love is insane and Baby We are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds
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Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gift They pursue us to the deep end and then depart Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain For only patterns
Am I just some kid that you went to high school with? Or am I the love of your life? Pour some hot sauce on me baby. Because I could go all night. Do
Why can't things be as easy as they once were. It pains me to say, but I don't love you anymore. It was great while it lasted but things had changed
One in our waistband. One in our right hand. We are coming out shooting. One in the torso. One through the forehead. We are coming out shooting. You
You leave me breathless you've taken my sight from me. You leave me begging down on my knees. I've only witnessed what I thought an angel could be. Please
It won't be long till I come back, a week I swear. We are a challenge that I am willing to take. You are a promise that I will not break. You are a commitment
You know what I hate? When I'm awake and dreaming. Pry this wish from my cold dead hands. My lifeless body will point you in the right direction. As
With death in my hands I'll clean myself of all this filth scratching out the stains of a lying tongue that spoke, as chords from the string I'll pull
You're posion, and I'm taking you in. With every breath I'm dying. I'm dead. And I hope it does. Because it took away two years. And possibly the rest
Just like paint, this is the human way, thou's death war driven, battlefield scent fulfilled. Purely blood and excrement, this is unholy, the holy war
Who drew first, when they're gone, still working on perfect nothing to do, except run your mouth, hold that tongue before it's ripped from your throat
The coldest winter months. You will keep me warm. This will run through. Until forever as I have kept. All those nights. I have wept. I'm drowning in