This Story

I can't wait to see the faces of all your lies
on my darkest day where im laid beneath,
your bloodshot eyes..

Sing me that oh so sweet lullaby,
Of how I was the one who made you feel so alive but still you,
drowned my desire on the pool's shallow side

I Fluttered like butterfly in the southeast's light
I drew my weapon and died beneath its might
You were my angel and I was your knight
Then why was the story laid out,
where I was to die?