So, if you are my oxygen alone, hold on to my lungs,
We’ll crack on the last breath of hope
And permanently become a shattered stone.
So, if I am a broken piece of heart, love my flesh and cry,
I’ll beat inside your harming hand
And bite your nails, to see who’s the first to fall.
So, if you are a romantic tragedy, write a comedy of lovers,
You’ll act and wear the finest crown
I’ll be the widow, alone on the graveyard.
So, if I am an open vein to bleed, drive your arteries mad,
We’ll be so beautiful in red
And so perfectly wet and dry.
So, if we are just not meant to be, call the world a bunch of liars,
See our bodies collide together
Then we’ll be named the perilous venom.
what the fuck? why havent you killed yourself yet then?