Ain't it sad?

I love you tonight,
wish I'll still love you tomorrow.
But when the cold creeps in sometimes,
there are bitter tears that keep fallin.
If I gave you the night.
Would you explain why you caused me sorrow?
The best friend I ever had...
ain't it sad? Ain't it sad?

Bloody glory, bloody pride

Eaten from within of worry and useless sin.
I was stabbed by a deceitful twin.
Hell, there was no warning.
No appology or any such thing.
Nothing for forgetting and forgiving.
Sorry was never part of the story.
I hope you are satisfied with your bloodied glory.

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