She took her misery,
and called him all these things.
His voice never broke,
when he was cut by the bindings.
She tore up his heart,
and snuffed out the light.
His eyes never sparkle,
His smile is never bright.
She took that dagger,
and stabbed twice.
Three times,
if you want to be precise.
It's over and done,
he said no more.
She laughed in his face,
and i saw all the gore.
My brother was dead,
he took his own life.
All because of the woman,
he called his wife.
This is what love does,
to the people who fall the hardest.
This is what love does,
To the one who is dearest.