He Broke My Heart,
Tore It Apart.
I Cut,
It Never Shut.
The Red From My Wrists,
Are A Story With Twists.
About A Girl And A Guy,
Who Arent Supossed To Cry.
They\'re Supossed To Fall In Love,
And Own A Little White Dove.
They\'re Never Supossed To Part,
They\'re Supossed To Love With All Thier Heart.
But Now The Story,
Is Really Gory.
With Blood And A Knife,
And The Loss Of A Life.
She Died,
He Lied.
He Lived,
And Survived.
She Wrote His Name,
And Cried Invain.
She Got Blood Stained Wrists,
From This Stories Twists.
She Cried All Night,
Not When Hes In Sight.
She Loved Him,
Even Though He Was Grim.
The Girl Lost Her Life,
Because Of This Knife.
Shes Buried Deep,
Put Into A Heavy Sleep.
When She Is Awake,
Not A Peep She Will Make.
She\'ll End Up In Heaven,
At Age Of Eleven.
She\'ll Die Crying,
And Sighing.
He\'ll Die Happy,
And Sappy.
The Girl Is Forgotten,
The Guy Is Rotten.
The Girl Should Have Lived,
She Should Have Survived.
