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

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