When Love Comes To An End

After all that time, that passed me by,
After all the tears and the wondering why,
I still can't let go of you,
Haven't the strenght to start anew.

It's not the razor that cuts our wrist,
It's a piece of a broken heart that we hold in our fist.

You were my first love, always the sweetest,
You caused the first cut, always the deepest.
And now my wrist is cut and red,
And my heart is broken and dead.

I don't hate you and I never did,
I always just pretended it!
Because it was easier, than to admit,
That every word you said felt like a hit.

And now I want to end this life,
Using Armor's arrow as my knife.

With the noose around my neck, I know,
If I cut my wrist, my blood would cover the snow.
And I don't want to be annoying in your life,
All I ever wanted was you, as my wife.

Happy endings are stories that haven't ended yet,
Once you've realized that, I'm so dead!