you stare at me.
with youre black sole
wishing i could lose controle
fall down and hit the ground
never standing up again.
thinking of youre black heart
never to be mine again.
with youre dark empty eyes
you can't see its beautyfull
you only see the bad things
like the sky by night
a moon that bleeds your sacrifice
a tear of blood
falls down youre cheeck
toutches youre sweet lips
you know this is the end
the end of you
youre dead,
and when i think of you
i cut my wrist
so we can be togheter
togheter in our worst nightmare
togheter in a dream,
just togheter