Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I'll stand here,
And stab you,
When you turned your back against me,
I told you not to hurt me,
You give me your love,
I give you my hatred,
Maybe this is the best thing I ever done,
Whenever I fall in love,
I'll burn your picture,
In front of your face,
And I'll see you crawling on fours,
Begging for forgiveness,
You will see me,
Smiling with blood flowing out of my lips,
Isn't this is what you want?
I told you not to hurt me,
Run away now,
Say your prayers,
Run away now,
Say your prayers,
The streets are filled with blood,
This is your blood,
As I dumped your body,
Somewhere where nobody won't find,
And did I ever told you not to hurt me?
5:46 PM