These violent delights have violent ends,
and in their triumph die,
like fire and powder.
Which as they kiss consume.

All he sees is what you didn't used to be,
a lie that's pretty hard to keep.
I know your secrets,
from the roof into the sky.
I've watched you grow up,
although you haven't got that far.
One day you're you,
the next you're no one.

The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Break me up, tear me doen.
It's my turn to stand my ground.
Run away!
He needs the truth.
Stop my breathing!
Why can't he see!?

You know you'll never have a chance.
He'll figure your smile out.
He'll hate you just like everyone else.
You don't know everything,
so stop faking your crys...

Break me up, tear me doen.
It's my turn to stand my ground.
Run away!
He needs the truth.
Stop my breathing!
Why can't he see!?

Therefore, love moderatly.
Long love you shall have.
Too sweet arrives as tardy as too slow.