Such a bitter mess,
left feeling more than just a little disoriented
With feelings that shouldn't be
Spiteful words struggle to break free
But to watch everything we've fought for
Just 'cause my ill-minded heart decides to speak
To go down with its self-destructive nature
Losing you I fear the most
Oh but this poison strikes fast
One day hesitation will grow old
Then my screaming lungs
Will bring me to my knees
forcing me to watch you walk out
That will be the final symptom, just before death.
