After the demolition comes rain, with no exceptional change.

Your the only person who kills me, yet keeps me alive.

Your dying every minute, every second, so die in the arms of someone who deserves you, time is ticking.

He is the only one who kills me, yet keeps me alive.

isn't it ironic.. how you say you love me now.

Where did the loyalty, the self control and trust go? When did true, pure love become a thing of the past?