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