omance is outdated, the heart is
Blackened and tainted by lust and lechery
This young heart beats too slow to love.
She took that away from me.

She is a thief. She is a thief.
She doesn't deserve anything from me.
I wouldn't tell a lie, and god doesn't know why.
He doesn't how can I?

There is no Juliet. Shakespeare is a liar.
She's just a distortion with scarred wrists.
She is just a poison, made to leave me dead.
I will not taste your mouth again.

You're killing me, I cannot see.
You've murdered me, I cannot breathe.
And now my pulse is slowly fading.
And now my heart is barely beating.
And now all these scars are profusely bleeding.
I don't want to die in your arms again.