A taste in the mouth that doesn't go away
The way you look at him can never be the same
Oh the Salt to wound
It adds new colors to your moon
Scheming to unthread the seam and nothings as it seems when you hear the screams
Hes loud like Thunder in the night
Her Wedding dress kept out of sight
They're quiet to the madness (becoming so cold)
The friends think they have this (under control)
She shakes with a smile and her words take a while
He kicks with his feet and she admits her defeat
Flinching to the smell of breath
Slowly reaching to the edge of death
I pray
That shell close her eyes
She sways
And shoulders break
