Envy took me that day, what I did was unintentional
But I do not regret what I have done.
Lay a flower on his casket and offer a prayer
But do not leave your heart with him.
He cannot return your love
So take my blood-stained hand and I will walk you away from his grave.
I reach for you, you smack me away
Even through your tears, a great fire burns from your eyes.
You look back at the casket, and your gaze softens.
It fills with the love I would, and have, killed for.
Why can't you gaze at me like that?
Would it be so hard?
Why do you continue to love him even though he is dead?
Please, take my blood-stained hand, and come back with me
Love me, and only me.
But I see it will never happen,
For even from the grave he claims your heart.
I thought I could claim it now that he was gone,
But now I see.
It will always be his,
And it will never be mine.