I loathe for the end is nigh Woven together to say our last goodbye It's an abysmal farewell You and I were a match made in hell There is no bitter end We will pretend There is no dead end We will transcend Forever meant nothing We made up a world of our own Let go I dream to hold your crippled hand and cremate my soul I insist we thrive for the consistency that we hold There is no bitter end We will pretend There is no dead end We will transcend I can't seem to find the edge to push you off, along with me Commitment is an unspoken pledge Do I hold on or break free? Is the search for bliss long gone? Do I form a wall between me and the torn? Causing hurt, inflicting pain What do I gain? What do I gain from this? I loathe for the end is nigh Woven together to say our last goodbye It's an abysmal farewell You and I, we were a match made in hell And now we are nothing! This endless love is set in stone Embrace this Misery Let Live! I dream to hold your crippled hand and cremate my soul I insist we thrive for the consistency that we hold There is no bitter end We will pretend There is no dead end We will transcend A persistent desire of a wishful thinking Into this pretentious unconditional love I have bled and bled and give it all Just to watch us fall So much for being picture perfect Such a shallow wreck So, I had to accept This fatal flaw!