Burning The Hive The Black Dahlia Murder

I'll tell you in one sentence
The truth should not have broken you
You know I'd never turn away
Not in your darkest hour

I won't reiterate the immense failure on your part
To let it die this way displays the weakness of your bonds

Numb, I crawl, losing you
Over something so frivolous, so petty
But this pettiness is all you know
You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride

A broken heart? You broke your fucking own
I remain. I never would have left your side

And now my name will be another excuse
For you to grovel in the ill-will called your life

I'll miss the friendship that we once shared
As you ignite all that which made us strong

The fires of envy blaze undying as this devotion is destroyed
I watch our dreams reduce to ash, throat stifled by the fumes
The stench of brittle feelings burning wets my tender eyes with tear
Our memories are the funeral pyre and your words are gasoline