What the hell was i thinking.
i had the girl of my dreams.
i tore her apart and not from the seams.
No stitches could help.
No sound worse then her yelps.
The blood sweat and tears that she weeped.
What the hell was i thinking.
Just letting her sink.
No reaching out my hand like they were linked.
I just stared as you left.
Now i am staring at death.
As i jump of this cliff.
