Always after the greatest thing
Making me lose everything and I cant talk, can barely walk
Disease like pus stewing inside my guts
But the shards of glass are the worst of this part
When you pull me close I draw my knives and more than just blood comes apart
And love may be real, but my love took a bullet by her own accord
You can't bring back what you've lost
You can't un love the ones you've had betoss
There's no magic cure for the sickness that plagues you
Now damnation is among your next step here
Dry those tears
I love to know my end is finally here
