Can I love you forever and stay in a timeless bliss?
Can I trust you with my secrete?
Will you still love me if I told?
It's a dark secrete never let out.
Something seeming impossible to believe.
But as the moon reflexes off the blade,
A crimson stain.
You had reached for the phone,
So I did my only instinct.
I will love you to the grave.
But you seemed to have beat me there.
I guess it's true what they say,
Love can kill.