• The sun comes out
    bringin shadows
    that whisper in my ear
    the things you do
    when you are not with me

    I grab a feather from an angel's wing
    and with the blood in my veins
    I wrote you a letter
    that you never replied
    you are drowning me in your lies

    and you say I am the murderer
    of your happiness
    when you are the one
    killing my life
    you think is fun
    to meet your lips
    and taste her blood
    trust me it doesn't feel good.