I look at him
And remember what she said
How he would kill me
If he had half a chance
I feel his ruff skin
Has he holds my hand
And leads me into our last dance
We both know
That this is the end of the line
That this is the end
Of all of our lies
We dance
Hand in hand
Holding on to each other
As we both wait for our chance
Both of us are alert
And searching for a weakness
Waiting for the moment
As we dance we spin around
Or maybe we are still
Is it the room that is spinning?
Is he winning?
Why am I on the ground?
Why is everything so blurry?
Am I blacking out?
I look at him and he seems to smile
As he exists the room
I feel my eyes shut
I feel the poison in my veins
And I know he will put a black rose
On my grave

 
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