Our lady of sorrow ♥

We could be perfect one last night
and die like star crossed lovers when we fight.
And we can settle this affair if you would shed your yellow.
Take my hand and then
we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity this riddle of revenge.
Please understand that it has to be this way and
stand up fucking tall,
don't let them see your back and
Take my fucking hand and never be afraid again.
We've only got one chance to put things at an end
and cross the patron saint of switchblade fights.
You said we're not celebrities,
we spark and fade they die by threes.
I'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparation.
Stand up fucking tall,
don't let them see your back and
Take my fucking hand♥
and never trust.
You said, who put the words in your head.
Oh, how wrong we were to think that

immortality meant never dying.

♥