To love, is to die.
Over and over
Everyday, every hour, every minute, every second
And you can't. Do. A thing.
You must sit there, taking it.
Each punch, each stab when you see her
She loves you too
Yet she stomps on your heart
It hurts. Oh the pain.
Yet you still, chase. Her.
Her.
To love, is to die.
Over and over
Every second, every minute, every hour, everyday