by JoAnna May 28, 2004
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Let life die unto my palms until I cry no more or feel no pain And I take this knife and cut out the part of me The part that wanted you To slice out the heart of me The heart that cared for you To rip out the veins of me The veins filled with love for you With this knife Ill end my life for you |