Back Stabbing

by Gemma   Oct 11, 2003


Counting down the seconds
till i slip away
you have the special words
you know exactly what to say
when they find me dead
the stabwound in my back
you have your speech
to explain how my life turned black
you hide the knife
the deed is done
now all you need to do
is to convince everyone
that you didnt do it
and when they see your cries
they'll beleive you and comfort you
but you killed me with your lies

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