The clock is ticking
time is running out...
You kept leading me on to so much
making me believe i could do anything i wanted...
You are the puppeteer of my life
you have made me what i am today...
Everyday i see your dreadful face
A look of despair i see in your eyes...
Where have you gone?
Where am i...
Sitting here on the floor
a knife in my hand...
You may not |
Breaking my heart is like breaking glass u can tape it together but it will never be the same there will always be a couple pieces missing |
The most prettiest things can have the coldest hearts |