Romance is Dead

The incisions in your wrist were all for show
Just like you
The epitome of self-indulgence
Another farce, a charade
And another set of crocodile tears
So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song

Broken hearts never mend
But fools never move on
And now she's gone because of you
And once again, you're the epitome of pure self-destruction

Cupid never found his mark
As we await the insertion of blades on flesh
You part the skin and tell of blades on blood

So part the fucking skin
So part the fucking skin
To tell of blades on blood
To tell of blades on blood
Of blades on blood

She said I love you
She said, she said goodbye

So cry me a fucking river, bitch

You wouldn't know love
If it crushed your fucking chest
Let go

You wouldn't know love
If it crushed your fucking chest
Razors, roses and a black tomorrow
You wouldn't know love
If it crushed your fucking chest
Razors, roses and a black tomorrow, yeah

They never showed any affection to anything but your ego
A tragedy of errors at the best of times
You are everything that's wrong with me
You are everything that I despise
You are everything I dreamed would die
You are everything that fades away and slowly dies

Will you bleed for me when suicide seems so yesterday?
Will you, will you bleed for me?
Will you fucking bleed for me when suicide, it's so yesterday?
It's all so fucking yesterday
So yesterday