I got shot down by my one true love,
and from now on I'll take to the knife.
if he finds another,
i promise on my life,
i swear ill kill her.
cause i want him to o be mine,
i mean c'mon really,
is that such a crime?
but yet he tells me that's what he wants,
and i tihnk a bit,
and throw a fit.
in my heart i wont ever let him go,
but in honest flesh ill let him know.
you think it was never meant to be?,
well to show my love ill bleed etornally.
With this last poem,
which I'm going to call a note,
i know i wasn't alone,
but i took a vote.
just think of all the people who liked me,
though do you really think i cared.
Think of what you said,
this break up i cannot bare.
forget about what i said,
now for that ill soon be dead.
i didn't mean for us to break up,
but this isn't fair.
Now as my blood is clashing to the floor,
and my head and body go down.
i see a picture of you,
and i guess i was the clown.
I'm going to hell now,
i wish i could take you with.
but i guess that'd be a gift.
now with my knife in my hand,
i hope now you understand.
my love for you was true,
if only you'd knew...
