What if I told you that while you’re gripping my hand you’re also breaking my heart?

Would you call me a liar again since you can clearly see it clenched between my teeth?

The name-calling might be justified this time and yeah,

You could say I’m trying to break my heart myself but you are most certainly the one standing there holding the scalpel and yeah,

You can hide the blood-lust behind your clenched jaws and bulging temple and yeah,

I can pretend I don’t see my crimson nightmare dripping off your fingers,

But who the hell is going to stop me from biting down and ending all of this foolish fake nonsense before something tragic really happens?