Tragedy Sonata Putting our love in the box

Thinking about her is like poison to my hand as it injects into my system

Telling myself that she's no good while I indulge another sip of liquor

Laying down seems to be a past time I've acquired since I met her

Since I loved her...

With does her face make me wonder, and like the world she is a wonder

But like a poison she takes root and it kills me but like love I can't let go

As I wrote the lost love letters that I locked away, putting the last few moments of my life with her into this box

Knowing how it feels to be alive to hold her, never forgetting how her lips felt

How she felt...

The poison reaches my brain killing everything as I'll never forget you...