Certain words were pierced through you
It kept me waiting here to hear what's [bad word] And from your wound I saw a fluid flow
And to describe it right, I'd call it so: "Our broken love"

The lack of sympathy and tears I shed
And all the love we make it feels so dead
Their so unsavory these ties we share
And it describes us well, but do you care?
"I'm still in love with you," really?

Isn't it fine to say we were in love?
Even if you are gone I can't feel new love at all
Isn't this what they all call "destiny"
It will fade, disappear, it's just really a love world

It will end and I will go
All that just because I'm sick of you
Not knowing if it's love, or if it's lust
It doesn't matter now, I won't discuss

The lack of sympathy and tears I shed
And all the love we make it feels so dead
Their so unsavory these ties we share
And it describes us well, but do you care?
But that is fine with me, really!

So I suppose we really were in love
Even if times were hard we were clinging from the start
Isn't it fine to take my life from me?
Since I do, yes I do, I really dislike you

Isn't it fine to say we were in love?
Even if you are gone I can't feel new love at all
Isn't this what they all call "destiny"
It will fade, disappear, it's just really a love world

3x Really a love world