Oh, there is where they lay
As you try to think of what happened that day
She was there begging for his love
yet he dismissed her with a shove
she begged for him to stay
But still he went away
"Am I really that naive?"
"To wear my heart on my sleeve?"
It happens again and again
But now she finally made it end
the silent screams
the tears in streams
until there wasn't a sound
only blood all around
then he came to call
only see what she's written on the wall
she has finally gotten over her love
and now watches from above
how he lived with the regret
that he could never forget
If only he hadn't told her those lies
when his heart told him otherwise
he went and see her on this fated day
beside her grave he silently laid
talking to the air
wishing she was there
it's was hard living with his sins
and so just as his pain began
so again it shall end
right there by her final bed
he put that gun to his head
even after he stopped the pain
he could never be with her again
her an angel
him a demon
so is the sad story of love
something from below not above
so many lives end by it's hand
though we search throughout the land
for the one we dream of
only to learn how to hate love
so here my story shall end
as my nightmares slowly begin
As you try to think of what happened that day
She was there begging for his love
yet he dismissed her with a shove
she begged for him to stay
But still he went away
"Am I really that naive?"
"To wear my heart on my sleeve?"
It happens again and again
But now she finally made it end
the silent screams
the tears in streams
until there wasn't a sound
only blood all around
then he came to call
only see what she's written on the wall
she has finally gotten over her love
and now watches from above
how he lived with the regret
that he could never forget
If only he hadn't told her those lies
when his heart told him otherwise
he went and see her on this fated day
beside her grave he silently laid
talking to the air
wishing she was there
it's was hard living with his sins
and so just as his pain began
so again it shall end
right there by her final bed
he put that gun to his head
even after he stopped the pain
he could never be with her again
her an angel
him a demon
so is the sad story of love
something from below not above
so many lives end by it's hand
though we search throughout the land
for the one we dream of
only to learn how to hate love
so here my story shall end
as my nightmares slowly begin
