I filmed my death and left it at your sweet sixteen, with a box of roses and a bouquet of something sweet. You never looked so innocent as you did that night, you never looked so innocent as you did that night with your blood in mine. The schematic in my chest has a big portion dedicated to the way you taste. I will never love like you, I will never follow through. I will never love like you, I will never follow through. Still i spread the nothing that i have like cancer.