Till death we part,
it was all a lie.
I was left rotting, left to die.
It was flawed, and broken from the very start.
Fucking shit, does this even rhyme?
A stab in the chest, a burn to my skin, you left your mark, forever engraved-alright, you win.
Healing wounds, cut open once more, and with a sore throat, I utter my defeat, beaten to the core.
Till death we part,
it was all a lie,
when you said you loved me,
was it too, a lie?