I do believe you have made me cold,
Taking away my youth,
And all my substantial warmth,
Frost grows in my heart,
The illusions aren't real,
It's an odd feeling one I don't ever think will be here again.

You didn't buy me flowers or hold my hand,
You didn't kiss my eyes and tell me it wouldn't rain,
You didn't really say a thing,
You didn't keep me company when I needed only a small little fling,
You didn't say you liked me,
You didn't couldn't see,
You didn't make me believe

You are just as I thought I loved about you, the one I have fallen for over and over again but this time I am in love.

Id compare you as summers day but you are not always inviting,
Heavier then the burden of a deadman,
Not the eyes of a blind man,
Or the smallest molecule,
Could you be sweeter than death to a suicidal teen,
Maybe if hell wasn't always a truth,
You are not the sweetest summers day or the most beautiful of people, But to me, you are nothing I could ever describe and get it right, cause' I'd always be wrong in the rightest of ways

Ill write to you if you write to me,
The dead the dead,
It's easier for me to write to you,

Horrifying truth
Open cancer sore
Rotting flesh
And blood within the womb

Innocent you sure are not
Taken by everyone
Vomiting to numb the stench
Of a black and blue baby

Mama cries in joyful bliss
While you lay there dying
Who would ever want you
You broken putrid corpse

When do you want me in rain,
Underwater,
When do you want me when the sky is broken,
Shattered,
When do you want me forever,
Eternity,
When do you want me never,
Not ever.