Only makes me love you more 'Cause trying not to love you How could anyone ask for more? But if there's a pill to help me forget, God knows I haven't found it yet But I'm dying to, God I'm trying to Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart Can't see

Head stone for the broken hearted Head trip for the mortal earth bound One sip of the blood that i've found Love song for the dear departed I'm used to kill, for flowers to steal I'm dying here

There will be no love that's dying here There will be no love that's dying here for me The bird that flew in through my window Simply lost his way And then he flew away Well the death of love is everywhere But I won't let it be He broke his wing, I

I will not die I'll wait here for you I feel alive when you're beside me In my time of dying I'm living a nightmare I will not die (I will not die) I will survive I will not die; I'll wait here for you On the ground I lay

And I'm one number away from calling to you I said I was through, but I'm dying inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go, I see your

'Cause I'm so drunk off tragic endings It's like I'm drowning at sea Hoping that you reach for me I know you're there, but I can't see I'm dying to breathe And all you do is strangle me Such a beautiful relief (Drunk off tragic endings) I got my hands on

Wait here for death Wait for this suffering to end Simplicity is not a curse where strength is humbled And the powerless rise This is a kingdom born upside-down This is a kingdom where the broken are crowned Many choose to find their hope in the thoughts

Feel I was running an endless mile, Last time it burns And I'm dying inside All of this will turn to ash A change for a piece of mind I got what I deserved The picture slowly fades, The walls are closing in, And there I was, cursing the ground,

Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives Think nothing of the kind There is no true escape I'm watching all the time I'm made of metal

Inside this dying world We would see hope in our last day For there is still, for there is still beauty But is regret only a word that the living possess? I can only imagine that wrath is being held out So there will be time for us to be redeemed But