I shed my last tear on the top of the blade
before I sink the cold steel into your beautiful throat
M.C.R. blends with the sounds of the street
a melancholy born from the blood of the sweet
My heart still screams your name
but all I see is a vague mirage of you in the wind
you're silhouette reminds me of a time lacking pain
you had to die by passion, but not in vain
You're heart wont beat as fast for me anymore
our time has come and passed like the love before
nostalgic of what was, which now will never be
as I suffer through this hell, so will she
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