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the open mouths with the crimson lips

and the strawberry smiles

and the saliva so warm and red

it will not rest till both of us

lay alone so cold in bed

not a one of us will be so glad

to be apart but the truth is told

and the truth hurts so much more to tell

than the lie ever did

but i cant live any longer with the truth untold

so one of us must pay the price of the truth or lie

if i tell the truth so hard

i know you'll hate me so

but if i live the lie ive told

i'll hate myself so much more

and then ill lay myself down and draw

upon my skin the open mouths

with the crimson lips

and the strawberry smiles

and the saliva so warm and red

and you will hate me even more

than if i told you the truth of the lie

so in this time one heart will die

i cannot love you, and my heart cant die

for its too late for a dead thing to die again

and in these marks of mouths wide open

i tell you the truth of my own lie

i cannot will not love a soul

for my heart is not alive

the more you hold it the more you beleive

that it is alive but i watched it die

i killed it myself long ago

without knowing it i doomed it to fade

but i do not love you

i cannot speak the hollow words once more

my heart is a festering sore

for which there is no way to heal

so leave me without so much as a thought

tell me how much of a user and abuser i am

but i hope you realize that this is for you

because i cannot, will not tell

if you dont know then ill live the lie