Am I even alive
Is this skin paper thin

Cuts and bruises I'm living in
And lust for women I've given in

That's what's killed me
Chasing you off that cliff to my death

I love to hate it helps me love less
But less time I had to do it because it was way too late

I had already jumped trying to catch you
But now how are we going to escape

I guess you had a parachute
I didn't see that s* before

And neither did you let me know
So I went splat....

And ironically
You turned into a ghost