by Listen to yourself speak
Words that I couldn't hear you squeak
Before, but now they seem to come easily,
However, I don't care, I wave them by breezily,
Those words aren't important to me, I won't return
The same to you, my friend, and your stomach will churn.
And so what if I am a heart breaker? I kill those who come too close.
It's not my fault, and if they don't die, they go into comatose.
Honestly, I don't want them to die, maybe I'm cursed.
Maybe I'm bad luck, and you won't be the first
I'm afraid, I don't want to get too near to you,
For fear of killing, and blood spilling, and turning blue
From asphyxiation, you and I need our individual space.
But let me ask you: When you're staring death in the face,
And you're life flashes before your eyes,
Will you see my face and smile,
Or look away in utter disgrace?
Will you remember me as nothing but someone distant,
That you knew, you loved, you forgot, you listened
To what I said about myself, and you believed it,
Or will you remember me as the one who wouldn't take it,
And the one who you loved, and wouldn't give up on,
And even though I killed you unintenionally, you still looked upon
A star, and got your wish before you died, will it matter?
Or will my life be nothing to you, and my heart yours to shatter?
And when you learn to carry on and forget about me,
Will you decide to turn around and try to see
What's left of my wounded soul, and try and heal it,
Or will you watch it crumble and see every last bit?
Words that I couldn't hear you squeak
Before, but now they seem to come easily,
However, I don't care, I wave them by breezily,
Those words aren't important to me, I won't return
The same to you, my friend, and your stomach will churn.
And so what if I am a heart breaker? I kill those who come too close.
It's not my fault, and if they don't die, they go into comatose.
Honestly, I don't want them to die, maybe I'm cursed.
Maybe I'm bad luck, and you won't be the first
I'm afraid, I don't want to get too near to you,
For fear of killing, and blood spilling, and turning blue
From asphyxiation, you and I need our individual space.
But let me ask you: When you're staring death in the face,
And you're life flashes before your eyes,
Will you see my face and smile,
Or look away in utter disgrace?
Will you remember me as nothing but someone distant,
That you knew, you loved, you forgot, you listened
To what I said about myself, and you believed it,
Or will you remember me as the one who wouldn't take it,
And the one who you loved, and wouldn't give up on,
And even though I killed you unintenionally, you still looked upon
A star, and got your wish before you died, will it matter?
Or will my life be nothing to you, and my heart yours to shatter?
And when you learn to carry on and forget about me,
Will you decide to turn around and try to see
What's left of my wounded soul, and try and heal it,
Or will you watch it crumble and see every last bit?
