Better Off
And before the sun comes, could we hide?
Before the naive succumb, have we died?
It's not better off, I trust you my dear.
Oh how you scoff, when I'm to fear.
And tonight, we'll take the world by storm.
There's no fight, as Death takes my form.
My blood in your veins, your blood on the floor.
Your life now drains, you'll feel quite sore.
Oh darling if I could, you'd already be dead.
You really would, look better in red.
Take everything, take it all.
The pain you bring, takes the fall.
I cannot see, for the mourning light.
What we could be, shadows our foresight.
For this final kiss, I'll keep my eyes shut.
The longing I won't miss, so take your last cut.
Could you take my life, and save the world?
Would you be my wife, and stay my girl?
It's not better off, it's not better off...
One more night, one more fight.
Could you be the one, to take my heart?
Is my life done, would you know where to start?
This vanity, slowly breaks me.
Your sanity, is the master key.
And the bullets you chose, as sweet as a rose.
It's not better off, it's better off...
Copyright © Steven Mcmorrow | Year Posted 2011
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