Romance Is Dead
Parkway Drive Lyrics

The incisions on your wrist were all for show.
Your attempts at self-harm were merely a cry for attention, lacking any true meaning or significance.

Just like you.
Just as your superficial wounds do not run deep, neither does your character or substance as a person.

The epitome of self indulgence.
You represent everything that is self-centered and egotistical, centered solely on your own desires and needs.

Another farce, a charade and another set of crocodile tears.
Your show of emotion is no more genuine than your self-harm, a pretense to elicit sympathy and garner attention.

So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song.
Your final attempt to gain affection is a pathetic charade, a desperate cry for attention and validation from someone who cannot save you from yourself.

"Broken hearts never mend."
The pain of heartbreak never truly goes away, often lingering long after the relationship has ended.

But fools never move on.
Those who cling to past love and romantic ideals will never truly be able to fully embrace new experiences and move forward in life.

And now she's gone because of you.
Your toxic behavior and selfishness drove away someone who cared for you, leaving you alone to suffer the consequences of your own actions.

And once again you're the epitome of pure self destruction.
Your unwillingness to change and break free from destructive patterns continues to hurt yourself and others, driving you further down a path of self-destruction.

Cupid never found his mark.
Even the concept of true love and romantic bliss has eluded you, leaving you alone and unfulfilled.

As we await the insertion of blades on flesh.
The anticipation of self-harm and pain looms large, a symbol of your own inner turmoil and emotional distress.

You part the skin and tell of blades on blood.
Through self-harm, you seek to externalize your pain and prove the depth of your emotions to others.

So part the fucking skin.
Do not hold back or shy away from causing yourself harm, as it is the only means of expressing your innermost feelings.

To tell the blades on blood.
Cutting yourself is a form of communication, a means of expressing desperation and sadness to those around you.

She said I love you.
You once had the affection of someone who cared for you deeply.

She said, she said goodbye.
Despite this love, your own selfishness and destructive behavior drove her away, leaving you alone and full of regret.

So cry me a fucking river bitch.
Do not look to others for sympathy or understanding, as your own choices have led you to this point of pain and isolation.

You wouldn't know love if it crushed you fucking chest.
Despite the fact that love can be painful and cause hardship, you are incapable of truly understanding it or experiencing its transformative power.

Let go.
Release the pain and anger that consumes you, learn to move on from past hurt and embrace new experiences and opportunities.

"Razors, roses and a black tomorrow."
Your fixation on pain and self-harm threatens to consume you, leaving little hope for a happy future or fulfilling life.

Yeahhh.
An expression of deep-seated anger and frustration.

They never showed any affection to anything but your ego.
Those around you are only drawn to your selfishness and narcissistic tendencies, lacking any true attachment or love for you as a person.

A tragedy of errors at the best of times.
Your life is a constant cycle of mistakes and poor choices, each one taking you further down a path of self-destruction and heartache.

You are everything that's wrong with me.
You represent everything negative and harmful in the artist's life, a constant source of pain and frustration.

You are everything that I despise.
Your very existence is repulsive to the singer, a symbol of all that is toxic and self-destructive in the world.

You are everything I dreamed would die.
The singer has long wished for an end to your selfishness and destructive behavior, hoping that you would one day disappear from their life entirely.

You are everything that fades away and slowly dies.
Your eventual decline and death seem inevitable, another life lost to the destructive patterns and behaviors that defined you.

Will you bleed for me when suicide seems so yesterday?
The artist tests your dedication to self-harm and suicide, questioning whether you are truly committed to your own destruction or just seeking attention from those around you.

Will you bleed for me?
The artist implores you to embrace your pain and suffering as a form of communication, to bleed and release your emotions rather than keeping them bottled up inside.

Will you fucking bleed for me when suicide.
Can you truly commit to self-harm and suicide, even when the chance for sympathy and attention has faded away?

So yesterday.
Your fixation on past pain and hurt is meaningless in the present, and will only continue to hold you back from experiencing true happiness and fulfillment.

It's all so fucking yesterday.
Move on from your past hurt and pain, or risk being consumed by it and unable to embrace new experiences and opportunities.