Death by a match.

by Tiffany   Mar 6, 2005


Death by a match what a strange name, dealing with The reaper is such a Rough Game

You promised to watch me when i learned to talk or even walk, then i stood smiling as the time moved past, i took everything for granted thinking this would last

A small match did the deed destroyed my life that it did indeed.
a small flame took you away how could such a small thing leave me astray?

It was me who destroyed it all, i was the one who made the last call.

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