Happy Valentine's Die

~~Happy Valentine's Die, is what you should say.
 Because it's never been a romantic play.
 Oh you know that arrow through the heart,
 wasn't from Cupid,but some fucking old fart.

 Bound and shackled, tied to the bed.
 The memory of the day is what I dread.
 Lying beneath, life's golden showers.
 Crying alone, to pass the many hours.

 Love is a crazy, unrealistic emotion
 you so desperately try to give the notion
 Yet no one is there to receive your affliction
 so why would you want to pay any attention?

 No flowers or chocolates, not even a card.
 Just one after another, they cut where I'm scarred.
 Didn't hear all my cries of torture and pain.
 Did all this to me, for their own gain.

 When I was down, got kicked in the face.
 They told the lies,I got the disgrace.
 It wasn't enough to hurt and to steal.
 Took all my emotions, everything I could feel.

 The life that I carried, gone before it's time.
 You shot the bullet, I paid for the crime.
 I'm still doing the paying for it everyday.
 Happy Valentines Die, is what you should say.