It's a good season for death
&He's praying to god
She's pulling the trigger
&their love wasn't they only thing that died

In the room, I hear her scream
In my panic I try to breath
In my heart, I feel pain
In my eyes, I see her way
In my mind, I slip away
then i realize she is me

He told me not to get upset
He told me I shouldn't care
Because every time I do
It gets us nowhere

&his heart aches from trying
&her eyes hurt from crying
&their wrtis throb from cutting
&in the end they they still have nothing

&it looks like its raining
but the drops that fall are red
&you dont know why

Love...

...the only part of life worth living for...
...the only part of death worth dying for...