Deep wounds of love

I've seen the streets, bathed in neon rain,
Heard the whispers of lies, echoing again and again.
Thought I was steel, that nothing could break me,
But this time the stab in the back – it hurts the most, you see.
You were a mirage, a mirage in the desert sands,
An oasis of hope, caught in my desperate hands.
But your eyes – a deception, your smile – pure poison,
And now I feel my soul burning in hell's own prison.

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Oh, a romance that cuts deeper than a knife,
Left scars where there once was life.
You drank me dry, left only a shade,
My world's destroyed, I'm on the edge, beyond new days.
Blood on my hands, but the wounds are inside,
And this scream's a silent echo in the night.
You're my executioner, and I'm your prey,
In this game, there's nothing left but hell's fire and decay.


I sped down the highway, hundred miles an hour, no brakes in sight,
Tried to escape this nightmare, escape your eyes, escape the night.
But every turn, every curve in the road,
Pulled me back to you, to this damn heavy load.
You were my queen, on a throne built of lies,
And I – your jester, dancing under your knives.
Now I see the truth, it's bitter like smoke and dust,
And this rock 'n' roll – my final, dying trust.

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Oh, a romance that cuts deeper than a knife,
Left scars where there once was life.
You drank me dry, left only a shade,
My world's destroyed, I'm on the edge, beyond new days.
Blood on my hands, but the wounds are inside,
And this scream's a silent echo in the night.
You're my executioner, and I'm your prey,
In this game, there's nothing left but hell's fire and decay.


I burned all the bridges, all the letters I'd kept dear,
Every photograph, everything I once held near.
But ashes won't scatter the pain, won't wash away the grime,
You're a curse that haunts me, every single time.
I know one day I'll meet you again,
And then you'll understand that pain doesn't fade without blood on your hands.

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Oh, a romance that cuts deeper than a knife,
Left scars where there once was life.
You drank me dry, left only a shade,
My world's destroyed, I'm on the edge, beyond new days.
Blood on my hands, but the wounds are inside,
And this scream's a silent echo in the night.
You're my executioner, and I'm your prey,
In this game, there's nothing left but hell's fire and decay.