The Love Kills Theory

Dig her a grave
She's about to ease her pain
Dig it shallow
So she can feel the rain
Or dig it deep
So she can feel the strain

She has a razor blade
And she named it Love.
She uses it to feel at peace
She uses it for her release

Dig her a grave
She's about to ease her pain

She gets her strait edge razor
And she examines the tip
The closer to her skin
The more sadistic the grin

Dig it shallow
So she can feel the rain

How long will it hurt?
How long will it bleed?
Questions run through her mind
The answers never too hard to find

Or dig it deep
So, she can feel the strain

And she begins with a line
Too small and thin.
So she widens the rip
And watches red rum drip

Dig her a grave
Or every night and every day,
She'll wait for death to take her away.

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