Bulletpoof Pain

with every heart you tame
and like a tear your sting when we are in
a matter of death from the toxical waste
we wont, we wont wonder why did you make me cry,
every note you send is in the recycile bin
and if i die will you even wanna cry.
all the time we will fight
trying to make something painful
so right
if we carry on this way
one of us will be on its way
to a place you can't escape
where souls are in rage
while the heart bursts into flames
if you carry on this way
you will neverbe okay
he'll try to break you apart
when youtry to call his heart.
you will always stay
for the one thing he'll never give
his affection for you mydear.