Facing you with tears,
streaming down my cheek...

Her converse still lay at your bedside,
cigerette butts with her lipstick mark...

Do you no what she does,
when no ones around...

I remember on your birthday,
I sat beside your crumbling headstone...

I hope she hurts you so badly,
that your heart bleeds through your shirt...

Tonight you killed me with your stares,
tears tricklig down my face i hid under my hood...

I forgot to tell you something as you walked away,
that i would miss you more than the moon would...

She stood there holding a delicate rose,
standing outside in the pouring rain...

Have you stil kept the photographs?
all smiles in black and white...

Her pretty tearstained skin,
with marks of purple thread...

Write me one last lullyby,
then feel free to go...

Let's dance to our simple song,
as the raindrops collect on our skin...