Love you, loathe you, lost you

[my deathblow]

What’s left now beside this broken promises?
What’s left beside this painfull emptiness?
What’s left from the love that’s dead?
What’s left beside your voice inside my head?

You are the noose around my neck,
you are the bullet trough my head,
you are the knife that makes me bleed,
and you are still the one that makes me complete.

Love you, loathe you, lost you…
Have to make a choice tonight,
my solution is… suicide.

I’m afraid to lose control,
but it’s just a matter of time,
I’m on the right way to lose it all,
one more thing and I will fall...