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I open my mouth to say "hello" every time our paths cross, but before the words even spill out, you scream "goodbye"

I walk the hallways of Hell feigning a smile and pretending I'm satisfied...but deep down inside I just want to continuously cry

I'd give you a heart shaped box full of chocolates, but you'd find a way for even a paper heart to bleed

I gave you the gun, and straight into my chest you planted the metal seed

A sea of red roses, and all I see are many splendid shades of gray

There's nothing more painful than having no one to love on Valentine's Day



So I'm pouring my heart out on white lined paper, merely for you to rip the note up and throw it away

Drawing blueprints of our opaque omega on this horrible holiday



I open my eyes and say "good morning" every time we awake, but you quickly stitch my eyes shut and scream "goodnight"

I walk the sidewalks forging false feelings...for reality is such a suicidal sight

I'd give you my hand-grenade heart, but you'd find a way for even a metal heart to explode and break

I gave you all my love, and all you gave me back was a one-way ticket to an everlasting heartache

A world of red razorblades, and when the streetlights of my dreams burn out...all I see is pitch black

There's nothing more tragic than on a day full of love getting stabbed in the back



So I'm writing you this livid lust letter to show you that I'm not okay

I'll dye the poisoned paper with my red blood in celebration for this artificial day



Heart set on fire, heart turned to ice

Playing the tragic game of love, rolling the rotten red dice

Heart melted like wax, heart turned to stone

Hoping to hold your heart in my hand, now my heart beats unsteadily and alone

Heart put in a blender, heart served on a plate

I mean nothing to you...you're my suicidal soul mate

Heart praying for salvation, heart committing an ultimate sin

Open up my corrupted casket and lie to me for one last time as you slowly lower me in



...So I'm ripping my heart out, decorating it with razorblade kisses, and sending it your way

I can never make you mine...my vile, versatile, violent valentine...on this National Depression Day...