If It Kills Me

I’ve longed to love one who is dead, but I don’t want to die.

It breaks my heart and makes me sad with no more tears to cry.

And as I lay me down to rest, I’ll lose my soul to keep.

I’d shove the knife right to my chest and plunge the bitch in deep.

I’ve puncture wounds, I’m bleeding out, while from my seams I part.

If cupid ever held a gun, he’d shoot right through my heart.

Wish you could stay with me forever, so as the poison fills me,

I’ll love you to the end of time, and even if it kills me.

There’s nowhere like a place to live, there is no place like home.

Fuck up someone’s life and blame it on your clone.

Maybe I’ll pursue my life if I’m not dying anyway.

I love you passed the moon, hell, even passed the Milky Way.

I can spill the tea, but I won’t let it spill me.

I will make my dreams come true, even if it kills me.

Someone truly loves me, I just haven’t found him yet.

And I’m not even bothered, sometimes I just look upset.

I want the whole, wide world, and never have to ask.

I’ve crawled through broken glass.

I love you to infinity, there-to and beyond.

It wouldn’t be the first time, but surely it’s the last.

I’ve longed to find one who is gone, but I don’t want to leave.

Open up your eyes, there’s something you should see.

So, if it doesn’t thrill me, it’s alright, I guess.

But even if it kills me, I’ll love you ‘til my death.