I'm out of luck
you don't give a fuck.
Your mood is like a warm fur
although your eyes are blur.
I've told you I needed you
but it never came trough.
Even now we broke up,
my love won't stop.
We'd always stay together
but now you're talking about I'd rather.
Your words slashed me like a Grim reaper
trough my heart going deeper and deeper.
And you know I hate crying
I prefere dying.
I would've never left you
but there's nothing I can do.
There's something I need you to tell,
ghe I'll just ask it in hell.