• To all the lovers,
    all the haters
    All the cursed heart breakers.
    I have a story to tell,
    listen damn well.



    It's about a boy who cried a thousand times,
    A boy who experienced all of love's crimes.
    As I say this he lays bleeding
    from what he's needing.
    A masochistic adoration,
    A swollen lover's aberration.
    Stabbed over and over, he runs back.
    Wounded and broken, he'll see this as an attack.
    His heart is shredded,
    In this story his mind is netted.



    She's like a fisherman,
    Hooks in him,
    Tearing deep,
    but his heart is beating...
    I hope he's reading...
    This is a note to you,
    Run away before you see everything in a scarlet hue.



    Don't let them rule your life,
    turn away from the strife.
    Tear away the chains that hold you down...
    Run away and never turn around...
    Stop heading back the way you came.
    Don't you see? Love isn't a game.
    So stop letting yourself be toyed...
    Hand her the contract...say it is void.



    She's like a demon...
    claws in him,
    tearing out his soul,
    But his heart is beating...
    I hope he's reading...
    This is a note to you...
    Run away before you learn everything about her was untrue.