Still I Live
by Dellamorte Dellamore· from Of Death And Love
We were the dining dead Since day one
Even though we liked to pretend we were not.
We'd cover our lack of something real to talk about
With constant yapping and forced affection
It seemed no matter how much I tried
to make you feel as important as you should
i'd never satisfy you hopes and wishes
so you longed for the bad old days to return
Could it be that you were never in the top five?
Maybe you should have learned that
Romeo and Juliet is a melodrama
And stopped trying to shape
Your love life in its image
For it never brought us
Happiness or joy
But poison and daggers
And disappointment.
So as a result of cowardice and deception.
The goodbye was nothing but a puerile charade.
In which we both accused the other
Of being blind to the obvious problems
That existed since the beginning.
Our eyes did not look their last.
Our arms did not embrace their last.
Our lips did not seal with a kiss.
For the lack of such a kiss I live.
Thank you very much, bitch.
Still I live.