Cross my heart, |
You asked me to make you cry |
Once upon a time, |
Tears are like bleached blood: |
As [the] darkness settles in over my heart, |
&& with my last breath... |
I hate staying up every night crying my veins dry because im telling you how i feel about you and you just toss it aside...like im some dead rose... |
Boy: What’s wrong: |
Cross my heart, hope to die, |
I’m starting to give up |