• Falling apart,
    Falling apart,
    Falling apart to the cry
    Of a broken heart
    Red and black roses are marking your grave
    What would be a second chance
    Lost in a second glance
    Never again
    Are we going to see the end
    You still think it’s all right?
    Your hazel eyes can be misleading but
    I’ll be the one to laugh when she’s screaming
    Oh how torturous lies can be
    In faithful conclusion of this spring’s contusion
    Well settle the score for free
    Just sit back, close your bloodshot eyes
    And listen to your own impending demise.