And They Call This TragedyArtist : Alesana

You make me sick.
I'll tear out those diamond eyes I can't bear to see.
Crimson spills on paper skin.
They call this tragedy.
 
Remembering the nights when 
You'd whisper to me soft,
("Forever more, my heart is yours.")
Realize, those words have died.
 
As the life fades from your eyes,
(Fades from your eyes.)
All that I can say is it may not be too late.
Try again, make it perfect,
(Make it perfect.)
Make me worth it.
Or else die, for all I care.
 
If I can not be loved, 
(Your face disgusts me.)
Then none shall be.
Think of this,
(Smile and bear your lies.)
As I softly kiss your blood 
(This broken trust will)
Glazed lips once more.
On this night, 
(Become your demise.)
This thing you call love dies.
 
As the life fades from your eyes,
(Fades from your eyes.)
All that I can say is it may not be too late.
Try again, make it perfect,
(Make it perfect.)
Make me worth it.
Or else die, for all I care.
 
After today, silence will haunt you.
Expect no (expect no) forgiveness.
After today, (Your life)
Silence will haunt you.(Will end)
Expect no forgiveness. (Tonight.)
 
Now I grit my teeth, and finish what I know must
Be done to kill the memory of you.
Now I grit my teeth, and finish what I know must
Be done to kill the memory of you.
 
And you said this would be forever.
(You said this would be forever!)
 
As the life fades from your eyes,
(Fades from your eyes.)
All that I can say is it may not be too late.
Try again, make it perfect,
(Make it perfect.)
Make me worth it.
Or else die, for all I care.