I see all too clearly now

why you could be discarded

and though I could pray for you

I probably shan't

having had my cup filled up

with your lies

and your makeup

you were nothing

thinking you're something

And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong

a sign to myself

and the memory of my past

I still write this gothic love song

a sign to myself

and the memory of my past

and a way to shut out your face