The first step
To kill my army
Is cut off supplies
Supplies of love
To cut communication
Between my self and you
Is like radiation
Is making me a fool
The second step
Is to look someone else
To make me believe
That you love her
So in this case,
Ill turn around
Donâ??t see me then
Cuz Iâ??ll cry
And the last thing
You should do then
To finish the killing
To finish me out
Give me a kiss
a big one and,
When it finishes
Just say
â??Iâ??m sorry, I was drunkâ??