Romance Is Dead

The incisions in your wrist were all for show.
Just like you.
The epitome of self indulgence.
Another fascist charade
And another set of crocodile tears.
So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song.

Broken hearts never mend.
But fools never move on.
And now she’s gone because of you.
And once again you’re the epitome of yourself destruction.

Cupid never found his mark.
As we await the insertion of blades on flesh.
You part the skin and tell of blades on blood.
So part the fucking skin. (So part the fucking skin.)
To tell the blades on blood.
She said i love you.
She said.
She said goodbye

So cry me a fucking river BITCH!!!

You wouldn’t know love if it crushed your fucking chest.
Let go.
You wouldn’t know love if it crushed your fucking chest.
razors, roses and a black tomorrow

I never showed any affection to anything but your ego.
A tragedy of errors at the best of times.
You are everything that’s wrong with me.
You're everything that I despise.
You are everything I dreamed would die.
You are everything that fades away and slowly dies.

Will you bleed for me when suicide seems so yesterday?
Will you bleed for me?
Will you fucking bleed for me when suicide...

It's so yesterday.
It's all so fucking yesterday
So yesterday...