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Post by carefullofglass on Dec 30, 2006 17:59:11 GMT -5
there are voices in my head telling me i should go to bed but i can't let this knife go and its tearing me up inside in the end this blade goes in and i can't look back cuz i know i'll see you sadness in the eyes how could i have done this
as i look at you now how could i say its done i'm not lying to myself when i say i needed this its tearing me apart to look at you this way i'm in the wrong direction staring down at my bloody arm i needed this buat how could this be gone
i'm telling myself i should go to bed but really i'm just saying i should die this isn't what you wanted but i can't say i didn't see this i'm lying to you when i say i hated you so as i lye here in this bed i'll say my dying wish i wish i could go back and take that knife away so i could look you in the eye and tell you i lied
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Post by xthexangelx on Dec 30, 2006 19:20:19 GMT -5
Awww I love this
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