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by Kirra Jul 22, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about death
When you walked away You took my heart So everysingle day I cry for that part A little piece of something I can never have again The price I must pay The payment of my sins For years and years I've sat Upon this door step Every single day I've wept And when the pain gets to be too much I'll take my little razor and make a little cut Just a little blood It's not all that much And one day soon When the razor goes too deep You will relize and you will weep And when they lay me down In the hole, in the ground You wonder if you made a mistake Maybe it WAS too much to take