On the first page of our story, the future seems so bright. And this thing turned out so evil, I don’t know why I’m still surprised. Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take death to new extremes. But you’ll always be my hero, even though you lost your mind.
Now this gravel in our voices, glass is shattered from the fight. In this tug of war, you’ll always win, even when I’m right. Cause you feed me fables from your hand, With violet words and empty threats and it’s sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied.
So maybe I’m a masochist I try to run but I don’t wanna ever leave. Til the walls are goin’ up in smoke with all our memories.