Oh what a cliche 
This has turned out to be 
The thought of you gasping for one last breath 
As you lay slowly dying in whats decided to be your fate 
Just the mere idea 
Is what keeps me 
From pulling the trigger right now 
When i bury you six feet under the ground 
No one will hear you scream

Breathe slowly my dear your time has [bad word]  x2

I will wash away 
Every dream you had 
Ill be laughing when 
You six feet in the ground
 [bad word] through my veins 
But i swear, with this hatred for you 
It burns like fire (like fire)x2 
It burns like fire

Ive been torn 
For a long time 
Torn between living in anguish 
Or bringing to life 
Every thought in my head

"All the lying, all the cheating 
It just never stops. You used to have it all. Now look at you, such a disgrace. So get off your knees and fix your dress. Cause tonight, its going to be your last breath"