Casanova (C'est La Vie) - The Funeral Portrait

I’d rather bury you alive than bear the burden that you keep,

'Cause you’re a poison in my veins.

I’ll never say surrender.

I’d rather be somebody else than play the victim in the end.

How can I miss you if you never seem to leave,

My dying dear (My dying dear)?

But I will stay right here.

C’est la vie!

C’est la vie!

Love had other plans for me,

So I locked my heart inside a box and threw away the key.

I’m in love with make believe,

There’s a special place in Hell for all the broken hearts like me.

At least I’m not chewing on my teeth,

Under the maggots and the dirt.

You fucking liar, left alone!

25 familiar names I’ve met before.

There’s a history here of what’s in store.

How did you think that this would end?

You’re lying to yourself again.

What good could ever come from toying with the heart of someone positively

dangerous like me?

The opposite of love is apathy!

C’est la vie!

C’est la vie!

Love had other plans for me,

So I locked my heart inside a box and threw away the key.

I’ve been locked in make believe,

There’s a special place in Hell for all the broken hearts like me.

I’m not a man, or a machine,

I’m just a finger on the pulse of lucid dreams.

I’d rather bury you alive than put a bullet in your chest and watch you die!

How did you think that this would end?

You’re lying to yourself again.

I can finally tell the truth, and how I really feel,

The world is better off without you in it!

Beg for air, now that’s the spirit!

C’est la vie!

C’est la vie!

How could I admit defeat?

So I locked my heart inside a box and threw away the key.

C’est la vie!

C’est la vie!

It was just not meant to be,

Now she’s choking on her words just six feet underneath.

I’m in love with make believe,

There’s a special place in Hell for all the broken hearts like me.

C’est la vie!

C’est la vie!

Love had other plans for me,

so I locked my heart inside a box and threw away the key.

C’est la vie!

C’est la vie!

It was just not meant to be,

Now she’s choking on her words just six feet underneath.