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by Lithium Jan 23, 2005 category : Friendship, family / broken friendship
She holds my life, In her hands, She hands me a knife, So there’ll be blood all over the land, I won’t fight it, There’s no denying it, She wants me dead, With a bullet of lead, She won’t miss me, Or even shed a tear, For she has killed me, In cold blood, Not physically, But in my head, mentally.© Samantha Jayne Reed Wrote on July 15th, 2004