The blade slices deep.
The blood so red...
My life is like a poem.
Calm and easy at times...
What would you do if I died,
And you never said goodbye...
My life is like a poem.
Calm and easy at times...
Thought it might have been Love.
But not i realize all it was was lust...
So theres this boy I like a lot.
But sometimes I wonder if I should or not...
The blade slices deep.
The blood so red...
(Sitting in the car with my sister talking about a girl that lies a lot. ) |