Dellamorte Dellamore Still I Live
We were the dining dead since day one, though we liked to pretend we were not.
We'd cover our lack of something real to talk about with constant yapping and fake affection.
It seemed no matter how much I tried to make you feel as important as you should, I'd never satisfy your hopes and wishes, so you longed for the bad old days to return.
Could it be that you never were in the top five?
Could it be?
Could it be?
You should have learned that Romeo and Juliet is a melodrama and stopped trying to shape your life in its image.
For it never brought us happiness or joy, but poison, daggers and disappointment.
So, as a result of cowardice and deception, the end was nothing but a puerile charade in which we both accused the other of being blind to the obvious problems that existed since the beginning.
Our eyes did not looked their last, our arms did not embrace their last, our lips did not seal with a kiss and for the lack of such a kiss, I live.
Thank you very much, bitch.
Still I live.
