And isn't it hard to love when your
dying on the floor?
no blood from thee
was spilt this night, but
oh, how I am bleeding now
wasn't I supposed to break by now
I'm more then sure we've reached a
boiling point
wasn't this supposed to be
..it
perhaps I haven't
thought things through
and maybe you didn't anticipate
a struggle like the one
I'm about to give you
and maybe you didn't anticipate any struggle
let alone the one I'm giving
and isn't tragedy a funny thing
now it's you
you, you, crying from the words
I give this night of histrionics
you, crying from my wounds and keening
for the vanished promise ...
and the smell of death
still lingers in your hair
no, there won't be
time to grieve
there won't be time to grieve, my darling
and maybe you didn't anticipate
a struggle like the one
I'm about to give you
