You took the roses, dead and gone, I gave

You took the sun and moon from which we made

You'll be the one to kill me, in the end

All the promises you swore were true

You're full of lies in everything you do

You'll be the one to ruin me

Maybe after all, you will see

As I start to cut away, and start to take me life!

As I start to cut away

You got to promise me that you will take my knife!