How did it start,
now i ask myself
and it went like this
it started on the death day,
i flew to Perth
helpless to stop it
life was getting worse.
and as the plane landed i dreaded,
what was there for me?
would i make it through this time?
those were the thoughts going through my head
i was sent to school,
and my were laid among a beauty
a beauty of most unholy aura,
and i felt the feeling,
three months past and i still had that feeling,
the feeling of wanting, needing
i had to have her,
i was attracting every1 but her.
another 3 months past,
and finally i had her,
but the day i found out that she could've been mine,
but i also found out i had to leave,
the grief of the earth came crashing down on me,
i had to make the last day special,
we spent out last hours hugging, kissing and crying,
it was now time to go,
why, now??????
as a boarded the plane i thought,
what is love, when it can't be held.
now I'm back home,
still thinking about her,
wanting her back,
wanting to hold her, protect her,
and as the time passed,
the memories of her faded,
a girl turned to hug me,
i turned and sprinted
it was then i realized that i still had feelings for her,
i didn't want another angelic face,
or just anyone to hold.
i wanted to love her, not any1 else
i needed her,
i wanted her,
but the story ends now,
this world is to harsh
let the earth take me back,
as i brought the knife to my heart,
i thought,
love is like a knife to the heart.
