Used to Be

by TheVampire   Apr 2, 2010


You left me here all alone,
because i'm someone you didn't need.
Well now my skin is cold as stone,
because you left me here to bleed.

It used to be love.
...used to be.
It used to be happiness.
...used to be.

But now it is all over,
and here i am.

With so much hate, how will life stand?

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