I knoe everything comes to an end
i knoe promisess are meant to be broken
i knoe that no one can be trusted
i knoe after sunshine there is rain
i knoe love does not actually last
i knoe death brings parting
i knoe the feeling of hate and vengence
i knoe how to lie
i knoe all this because of you
and i must add
i learnt how to die
are you proud of me?
