I'll be the death of you
I said I'd love you always
And that isn't a lie
But I'll be the end of you
I'm the fragrant flowers beside your grave
I'm the sweet smell of ecstacy on your pillow
I'm the sheepish smirk on your face after sex
You'll always win
You'll always win
But I'm the finish line
Use me Use me
See if I care cause
I'll be the soft essence
of guilt in your hair
I'll be the death of you
I'll be the sweet goodbye kiss
That you'll never get but
That you'll always miss
I'm the end of you
While I'm walking out the door
Behind me I'll toss a tissue
Cause I'm the death of you-
You bastard.
 
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