Truest Shade of Crimson - Through The Eyes Of The Dead

Around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove my point that love is

what you make it

A rose petal for every time you scream

Sometimes I like to pretend you smile

My days consist of thinking of ways to bring you pain

My days consist of thinking of ways to hurt you to bring you pain to hurt you

Lying in her bed of roses waiting for some dream

Posing in some dead illusion

Waiting but not for me

Around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove

To prove my point that love is what you make it

It"s not that I hate you

It"s just that I love to hurt you

Posing with my halo on covered in her blood

Her screams are so lovely like the heavens singing to me

I told you I loved you and I"m sorry I lied to you

But I needed to see your pain and see your weakened cries

I don"t hate you I just love to hurt you