I Write Sins...

Sitting at a small desk
With nothing but a candle
To light the room

Crying over her notebook
Tears of deep sorrow
The young girl has lost her love

He left the party
With that other girl
Her sad eyes try to focus on the paper
As she writes out her story

He will never know how much he hurt her
She loved him and always will
She saw them together

It wasn't fair, she wanted him
She had to sit back and watch
As they danced and kissed

It will never happen again
She followed the boy home
And waited for him to fall asleep

Making her way up to the bed
She pulled out a knife and slit his neck
Crimson blood ran down
Onto his silk sheets

Now back home in her room
Crying tears for her lost lover
Knowing if she can't have him
Nobody can