I'm grasping at straws, gasping for air.
I reach out for you but you aren't there.
I bow my head, turn to the side,
I close my eyes and try to hide.
I can't make you love me, I can't make you do anything.
I just want you to know, you could be my everything.
I may not be much, this I know.
I try to hide it, instead of let it show.
It's pretty clear, you don't feel the same.
I'll just step back, with only myself to blame.
I won't bother you, go live your life.
As I fade away, gone by the blade of a knife.
The blood of my enemies flow into the Red.
There's no other feelings than pride in seeing them dead.
You can have my soul, you can have my life.
But you better not steal the blood from my knife.
The sacrifice you make, shall please them all.
Over your dead body, I shall climb and watch you fall.
Destroy the feelings held deep inside.
Let go of the pain and hold the sword high.
You can try your hardest to get to the ones I love.
But successful you won't be, since I attack from above.
You say you'll do something yet you sit on your laurels.
Why bother waiting since you don't have morals.
I raise the sword again, to let the blood flow.
Don't try to stop me, if you loved me... let me go.