I know your lips are still sewn shut
But I can hear you breathing softly
Digging at the stitches trying to cut
Every slightest touch is ever so costly
Was I what you needed?
Have I ever succeeded?
Did I finish what you started?
And did I do what you wanted?
Bat to the back of the head
You'll never know what was never said
Razorblade romance written in blood
Spilled across the dining table in one big flood
Burning flesh is the perfect scent
For the perfect girl with the worst intent
Looking at you now and realizing your fears
Blood bashed across your face wiping away your tears
I broke into three
Just to give you the chance to see
What you do to guys like me
And how you were and will always be
Your blood is the cure for my cancer
Your life is the question and your death is the answer
Two minutes too late
I've come to realize... there's no such thing as fate.
