Hurt

by Shadows Of A Dying Angel   Jul 3, 2007


Hold me until I bleed
C'mon that was our deed
You broke my heart
You tore me apart
Stake me through the heart
So that I may not suffer this thing you call love
Why not send a black dove
Let all know i was a mistake
Something you wanted to fake
For your greed
You made this deed
So pin my heart to your shirt
So that all know you made me cry and hurt

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