Softly kiss my broken lips

Slowly breath in my disease

Claw and bite

and tear and rip

As your hair sways in toxic breeze
Try the best of antidotes

Inside you I will remain

Putting on your winter coat

You always try to hide my stain
I've never heard a love like this

Love is pleasing to the eye

I want to feel your tender kiss

But I don't want to see you cry
I know you like I know myself

I know the secrets that you hide

This air is not good for my health

I don't care; I've already died

- Jonathan Cortese