If you weren't to end it
It was going to end on it's own
We whispered
"we will kill you"
So it hovered in the corner and waited
And it was done.
We ripped off it's limbs and laughed in it's face.
Twice to be exact.
So when you're expected to die and you're ready to leave practically promised the gun, hardly handed the knife
You take your own life.
A tear ran down your face as we called you by a different name.
We called you love but you're prefer memory
Or weekend sex
Or deadly
But we called you love and you couldn't lie anymore
So you packed your things and slammed the door.
But for some reason we won't let you leave.
We remain and you cannot believe
That before your eyes is merely we
And for once you claim your fucking name
'cause love you are
And you're to blame.
