I guess love’s a funny thing—the way it fades away without a warning.
It doesn’t ask to be excused.
And when it’s gone—oh, it’s gone—and it ain’t ever comin’ back.
There is nothing you can do to save it,
To make it breathe the way it did when you once laid next to her.
Trust me: It’s gone for good.
Now there is nothing you can do to stop me.
She is happy and finally alive. I’m sorry.
All I ask is to live one day longer than you so I can have the chance to spit on your fucking grave
