You say it over,it's past.
OK fine but you will breathe your last...
You were always one I could talk to.
You would always tell me what to do...
It put me in this tower.
No answer although i kick and scream and holler...
You said this hurts me more than it does you.
How can you sat that when you know it's not true...
You're pacing back and forth.
She's begging for her life and what it's worth...
"Broken hearts are Gods way of telling us things happen for a reason." |