Each set of lips to of ever chosen to gently caress my own
Has left the owner of that tongue in a state of complete ruin
Despite all the efforts I spend to simply give them a warning
They decide to take the risk as if they think I must be joking.
Soon they discover the truth behind the words I had spoken
Once their lives spiral out of control and wind up in destruction
They understand full well what pain it is that lives deep within
Inside my veins their pumps blood but also some type of poison
Surely I was cursed with this goddamn beautiful kind of blessing
What wouldn't I give to have the strength to simply to remain alone
