• I'm out of luck
    you don't give a ********.

    Your mood is like a warm fur
    although your eyes are blur.

    I've told you I needed you
    but it never came trough.

    Even now we broke up,
    my love won't stop.

    We'd always stay together
    but now you're talking about I'd rather.

    Your words slashed me like a Grim reaper
    trough my heart going deeper and deeper.

    And you know I hate crying
    I prefere dying.

    I would've never left you
    but there's nothing I can do.

    There's something I need you to tell,
    ghe I'll just ask it in hell.