Love is not a victory march....

She's got me strung up
and she's watching me suffocate
that look of innocence in her eyes
and i fell for the bait

whats so got
about this feeling inside
knowing she's not there
all the times I've cried

its a razor to my wrists
a gun to my head
watch her tears fall
when she See's that I'm dead

searching for an answer
to a question i don't know
my head's all messed up
and I'm feeling so low

one part of me
doesn't want to let go
but the other knows i should
but everything goes so slow

I'm all hung up
tied around the throat with a rope
wondering how much more of this
my body can cope

if i continue hanging
i know one day I'll die
but if you cut me lose
each night i will cry

love is not a victory march
there's no prize at the end
apart from knowing your hopples heart
down to your grave will send

my piece of advice
don't believe what you see in her eyes
cause one day you will wake up
and all of it will be lies....