If the sun doesn’t come up in the morning
I died by night
The sorrow may be everlasting
But this is just right
Lie over my dead body and make light
See crystal snowflakes covering my blood filled pipes
I am in the right time for love at war
I trust the sorrows will make my body cave
Take my loves witness
And run her far into her deserved grave
Following those broken stone paths
And dim street lights
To the corner of hearts and armor
I know I am in the right place for loves revenge
This is love at its finest hour
Beautiful the suspense
I be dead by tomorrows bloodiest coward
Waking up again
To find them messing with my power
I am endless
Lay over the one you have shamed
You are relentless
To one day you will find her in me
The she you wanted but left her cold heartedly
The one I could never be
Cupids’ arrows parted
Following those broken stone paths
And dim street lights
To the corner of hearts and armor
I know I am in the right place for loves revenge
This is love at its finest hour
Beautiful the suspense
I be dead by tomorrows bloodiest coward
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