One Day The Only Butterflies Left Will Be In Your Chest As You March Towards Your Death (feat. Amy Lee)

On the verge of no return, why'd you keep fucking it up? Don't wanna have to bury you, but nothing seems to get through your skull One day, the only butterflies left will be in your chest As you march towards your death, breathing your last breath I hate to say, "I told you so", but look how the bruises show Tell me, how is it gonna feel without my arms wrapped around, wrapped around you? Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you Haunting your own house, nothing to lose How did I let you sink your fangs so deep? Ah You know you can't breathe on your own Past the point of rescuing, why'd I keep pushing my luck? The hole I wore into your soul has got too big to overlook One day, the only butterflies left will be in our chests As we march towards our death, breathing our last breath I thought we had a future, but we ain't got a chance in hell So tell me, how is it gonna feel without my arms wrapped around, wrapped around you? Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you Haunting your own house, nothing to lose I let you sink your fangs so deep, ah You know you can't breathe on your own How can you breathe on your own? The sun is setting on our love, I fear Letting our loneliness out into the atmosphere The tides have turned in on our chance to turn it 'round I never thought I'd see my fingernails fall out Love isn't in the air, love isn't in the air Love isn't in the air, love isn't in the air