The Bride

'Cause it's once, twice and three times now, I drown out all insecurity, Residing in me. The person that I thought I'd be, Would handle things so differently. My reflection is hard enough to see, Without laugh lines and liver spots staring back at me

I let her sink, she'd hate to wake, I ripped her lips off of her face And store them now, with her guts in a jar. I can't take, I hate the way, That blood runs in your fuckin veins. Don't mess with this, bitch, Your fucking blood will fill an empty v

I feel too real, to disappear. Nowhere to escape from here. I've made mistakes, let me make myself clear. Let's make ammends before this happens again. Maybe this was getting out of hand. Torn out bones are digging this grave for her (Or you) So plea

For what it's worth, I would've had you drowned at fucking birth. Bring forth the future, because the past is haunting my dreams. Every picture you left for me, seemed picture perfect to me. I did what I thought was right there's no gloves in this fi