Think Of Me

I gave you love, you gave me scars, Played my soul like broken guitars, Told me lies with a smile so sweet, Now my trust dead, six feet deep. You crossed that line, can't take it back, Now I spit these bars like a heart attack, I ain’t Jesus, I don’t forgive, You killed the part of me that used to live. When you’re rotting in hell, I hope you think of me, See my face in the flames where you’re meant to be. No peace, no grace, no sympathy, Just the echo of the pain that you sent to me. When you’re rotting in hell, I hope you think of me — Let it burn slow, that’s my eulogy. I stayed real, you stayed fake, Now I’m colder than the hearts you break. No closure, no theater screen, no final scene, Just blood on the page and a guillotine. This ain't a cry, it’s a warning bell, A love like mine turns heaven to hell. You’ll beg for mercy I won’t send, I ain't praying for you — not even the end. When you’re rotting in hell, I hope you think of me, See my face in the flames where you’re meant to be. No peace, no grace, no sympathy, Just the echo of the pain that you sent to me. When you’re rotting in hell, I hope you think of me — Let it burn slow, that’s my eulogy.