Death\'s Beautiful Kill

by pathetic   Apr 13, 2006


I use to be happy, life full of joy. Until you treated me like a broken toy.
I use to walk around, always smiling, but your hate kept piling.

People use to say i was so pretty, but now they say what a pity.

But i can\'t help it, my hear is broken, because of words never spoken.

Everytime i see you i want to cry, thinking of all those days i wanted to die.

I use to cry myself to sleep, for my love you never did keep.

My last words to you, were i love you.

But all you could say was i dont know, i think it\'s time to let go.

So that night i broke down. Thinking i need to leave this town, this strife.

My heart was broken, from just a couple of words never spoken.

So this is who i am, silent as a lamb.

Always being depressed, always full of stress.

Thinking of the love i had lost. thinking of my life it cost.

But now i\'m in this room, for now there is a different groom.

Dressed all pretty in white. Knowing this was going to be a sad sight.

As i walk down the aisle, it feels like its going on, mile after mile.

tears falling down, thinking of myself as an emotional clown.

But now he popped in my head, thinking of the love he had once lead.

I can\'t go on, just leave me alone.

I can\'t marrry him, my love for my lost lover never did dim.

So i run away, i\'m sorry, what else can i say.

I\'m a runaway bride, with my knife by my side.

I\'m ready to die, ready to leave this life, with this shiney knife.

So now she lays in the mud, her gown covered in blood.

But this is not the end, her love she can not send.

But there he is, he saw everything, and now his love is like a sting.

He could have saved her, from her death, he could have let her have her breathe.

For there she lays, she is dead, and this is what he said...

\"For i love you, and i know you loved me too. I\'ve loved you all along, But now your gone, i\'m all alone. But why! I\'m ready to die. You were my life. But it\'s my turn, so bring on the blood stained knife.\"

For there they lay, cold and still
This was the Kiss of Death\'s Beautiful Kill.

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