I loved you; you know it is true,
I would die for you, and die I do,
Your love like a 1000 stabbing knives,
Each gently driven through my soul,
My eyes are crying tears of blood,
I watch the blood drip from my hands,
Into a puddle, mixed with bitter tears,
Insanity, took more than it was worth,
As you lay dying, in your circumstances,
Me a part of you, I lay dying too,
The life in me is draining away,
Dripping like the blood you spilled,
My love for you was pure and true,
You were, my day, my night,
My bittersweet memories of love,
You awakened my soul, from its grave
Before you took yourself away,
The poison had already begun,
When you killed yourself my love,
You killed the soul, you had once saved..