I Can Revive Him With My Own Hands-Still Remains

If love was this door, I＇ve slammed it in your face, Ran out to the balcony and jumped to the ground. Ive sponged the place in gasoline before igniting the foundation and burning it to ashes. If love was a plane, Then I＇ve flown it to the highest point, But then let it come crashing down to the earth. Fasten your seat belts, we＇re going down. We＇re going down now. If love was a child, Then I＇ve scolded him to no end. He＇s been filled with nothing inside until the day when bullets filled the emptiness inside him. From his own gun. From his own hands. Love became the pill that stopped his shakes. He＇s never crossed a mans face so hard. Love became the pill that but him under. He＇s never scratched a man＇s heart so deep. If love was born to die, Then I＇ve buried him six feet under. If love was born to die, Then I＇ve buried him 6 feet. If you take the One and minus Him by two, You＇ve got the end of the world before its even begun. Although I＇ve murdered his heart, I can revive him with my own two hands.