The love of my life is my very worst enemy.
These emotional breakdowns make me stronger and keep me weak.
I'm grateful I know you but at the same time I want to kill you myself,
keep your body to myself,
you can't torture me when your dead.
I can't cut you out of my head.
I bled the world for you.
I've cried an ocean for you.
Felt more emotions then even exist for you.
All this and you prove more every day that I don't know you..
anymore. Nothing I do is enough,
what an understatement that love is tough.
I'd kill myself for you.
I'd kill someone else for you.
All these thoughts are leading to one simple conclusion.
That I want to leave these emotions, absolute exlution.
I'll be at peace if you help me here.
I'll finally be happy if in my last moments you are near,
Let me swallow these pills and hold me as I go.