‘to love you is to die.’
i read their lips as i rose my wrists
to hug your knife,
‘i’ve searched the world far and wide,
you were all i was hoping to find.’
but now i’m thinking,
maybe you lied.
‘i would always be there
and i promise to love you till the end.’
well, the end is here
and the promise is like the love,
and the love is like this song,
maybe i could repair my heart
and mend this trust
to be a better man
to be a stronger man
the one she knew me to be
the one i know she would want me to be
‘do the things now for yourself’
though i’m are only alive because of she.
now she’s gone,
and I have to live on,
for me, our promise of love, and she.