Don't you cry to me.
Don't cry to me that you're torn apart.
I'm the one lying in a pool of bleed.
Knife lodged deep in my fucking spine.
Now you see what you're actions have done.
When the dream's said and done.
There will be nothing.
There is nothing between us.
But oceans of bad blood.
I'll fall to my knee, and prey for your death.
