I remember a time when we were more than friends, I remember wishing it would never end drunk on the feeling your touch would provide and on the sensation of feeling alive
if I knew then what I now know too well, how the air seems much cleaner outside of your cell, I wouldn't have let myself fall in so fast into something never intended to last
although we may want to change it it's not very hard to see that you and I were never really together, just equals in loathing and hypocrisy
I may be a sucker or a masochist or maybe I saw things that didn't exist, trying to realize a dream never mine without realizing its faulty design - with rose petals coating a core of disgust and promises tying a bond of distrust, but obviously you're fucking oblivious to smiles that we fake and to hearts that we crush.
although we may want to change it, it's not very hard to see that you and I were never really together, just equals in loathing and hypocrisy.
now that's such a cleverly crafted disguise, you almost look human with those lips and those eyes. I'm just amazed that your delicate skin is able to withstand the demon within. If you want me to explain it, if that will remove the thorn from your side, I wrote this song with one intention - to be the soundtrack to your suicide.