The Bleeding

I remember when all the games began,
remember every little lie and every last goodbye.
Promises you broke, words you choked on
and I never walked away,
it's still a mystery to me,

Well I'm so empty
I'm better off without you and you're better off without me
Well you're so unclean

Paint the mirrors black to forget you.
I still picture your face and the way you used to taste
Roses in a glass, dead and wilted,
to you this all was nothing
Everything to you is nothing.

Well you're so filthy
I'm better off without you and you're better off without me
Well I'm so ugly
You're better off without me and I'm better off alone.

As wicked as you are, you're beautiful to me.
You're the darkest burning star, you're my perfect disease.

Fife Finger Dead Punch.