Alone once again you wrote us more than friends
but i guess i proved to harsh for your black heart to take
my soul drifts away
but my fears all stay
complection sickens
our plot thickens
never loved,
but burned inside a velvet glove
never,but
you acted to prove love
the hell for me that sits above
before i go insne just a sliver to my pain
to my brain
i'm dying inside,
dying with unused love.
don't try to help
you to will go to the new hell.
with the peices of my broken heart by your side,
as your trophy of my misery.
