How did things get so bad?   I feel as if someone is dying.   Although the scent of your rotting corpse just might be   more satisfying.   You stole my life and then you made yourself the only   good thing left,   and if I would've known that I was a toy I wouldn't want   to break your neck.     When I woke up and I saw things for what they really were   I saw my world come falling down.   Now the only appropriate act of passion is   to place you in the ground.     Now I'd be lying if I told you   that you don't matter anymore,   because you matter soo much to me now   that you're just a chalkine on the floor,   floor,   floor,   whore,   whore,   whore!    these lyrics are submitted by evan dondo