The love in our friendship.
The truth in our hearts...
Blood runs down my finger tips,
she is gone...
Scars on my thighs, pain in my heart,
dreading the day you might want to be apart...
Things never seem to be the same.
when one thing ends it never goes back to the way...
I tried to fix it
i did the best that i could...
No matter how many times he hurts me, I will...
Some may call it stupid. I call it love...
She wonders.
Will she ever fall in love again...
She had a pretty bad fever
Nothing serious...