The circle of life says that anything born must die and Jesus **** I must have died at least a hundred times by now and I swore my heart stopped beating when you slammed the door but I can still hear the 'I love you's' and I can still see the way you look at her and grab her by the hips with the same hands that you had around my ******* neck so it only makes sense that someone would have put me in the ground by now but I guess the poison you spit into my mouth hasn't made its way to my bloodstream yet.