Loves Spilt Milk

She floats through the night
alone and forgotten
with every long sigh
another love rotted

she musn\'t touch a thing
for it all turns to dust
she musnt make a sound
not even the slightest fuss

she wonders through the dark
hidden in the shadows
ashamed of her life
and the way it was taken

She dreams of how it could of been
how happy she could of been w/him

A tragic sight, she walked in upon one day
another in his arms
her soul he took away
from that place she fled

Alone in her house
with no one around
razor in hand
her body found

she rememembers the day
as if it were a moment ago
of when she saw her mother
vow to never let go

she now lives in spriry
with her horrible guilt
that she killed her mother
over such a small thing as
loves spilt milk