You're a liar.
I'm a murderer.
You draw people close, but you paint their skies gray.
I kill people - I kill people in my head.
We can be a pair of young broken hearts. A recipe for disaster.
You pull the rope, I cut it loose. Hearts beat faster and faster.
I know you better than the back of my hand.
Even though it fades, it fades. Now it's gone, what I once knew.
It kills me to see, what was once so bright,
now be forever taken away from my sight.