Romance Is Dead

The incisions on your wrist were all for show

Just like you

The epitome of self-indulgence

Another farce, a charade and another set of crocodile tears

So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song

Broken hearts never mend

But fools never move one

And now she's gone because of you

And once again you're the epitome of pure self-destruction

Cupid never found his mark

As we await the insertion of blades on flesh

You part the skin and tell of blades on blood

So part the fucking skin

So part the fucking skin

To tell the blades on blood

To tell the blades on the blood

The blades on blood

She said, she said goodbye

So cry me a fucking river bitch

You wouldn't know love if it crushed you fucking chest

Let go!

You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest

Razors, roses and a black tomorrow

You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest

Razors, roses and a black tomorrow

(They never showed any affection to anything but your ego)

(A tragedy of errors at the best of times)

(You are everything that's wrong with me)

(You are everything that I despise)

You are everything I dreamed would die

You are everything that fades away and slowly dies

Will you bleed for me when suicide seems so yesterday?

Will you, will you bleed for me?

Will you fucking bleed for me when suicide

So yesterday

It's all so fucking yesterday

So yesterday