I stand alone,
Cold and broken inside,
Wishing I could be saved, or be aloud to hide,
In a deep and full of thorns wood,
One that always could,
Overtake her darkest fears,
Where you couldn't dry my tears,
You couldn't see my bleeding torture,
And I know good intention was what you meant,
But if you know your going to hurt me,
Then why not let me be?
But that would be too easy,
Just to let me free,
Will I finally be tear-less?
Quite frankly I don't know,
All I'm hoping is this time you'll learn to let me go,
Blood will be shed, I'm sure of that,
I'll be sitting on the floor in tears where once we sat,
Red block remind you of anything,
Or the phone calls every night,
But I suppose its a distant memories now, One that felt so right,
So heres my knife and heres my tears,
I refuse them both,
I have done enough over you,
The one I supposedly loveD.
