Just go on pretending that there is a happy endingthe fabric of our lives is woven from the pain that we hidebreaking me downtare out my heart without a soundbreaking me downtare out the useless pieaces of our livesand take a ride in dead childrens playgroundmidnight I know I’m gonna break her heartmaybe its for the bettershe is only happy when my handsare red with the blood of her sinmidnight I know I’m gonna break her heartmaybe its for the bettershe is only happy when my handsare red with the blood of her sinand I know its rightfeeling comfort when they dieand I know its trueall this hate I feel for youand I know inside my mindyou will keep comming back to lifebut I know its trueI will be the death of you