The blade of my knife faced away from your heart. Those last few nights, it turned and sliced you apart. This love that I tell, now feels lonely as hell, from this padded prison cell. So many times I said you'd only be mine, I gave my blood and my tears and loved you, cyanide. When you took my lips, I took your breath. Sometimes love's better off dead.🏁
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The blade of my knife faced away from your heart. Those last few nights, it turned and sliced you apart. This love that I tell, now feels lonely as hell, from this padded prison cell. So many times I said you'd only be mine, I gave my blood and my tears and loved you, cyanide. When you took my lips, I took your breath. Sometimes love's better off dead.🏁