today the world lost lovers
the fault and guilt rooted deeply in you
for we could have gone against the status quo
but your pride couldn't handle the damage that our love would put it through
could we even call it our love?
maybe in years long gone, but by the end of the worn out and sad, sad song,
its obvious it was me trying far too hard to revive this dying beast
now nothing more than a feast for the vultures...
why must we keep tour touring ourselves
willingly putting ourselves through hellish pain
no regards for love in its truest form
just violent lust...
does this story have an ending?
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