Im 15 and heartbrken! I still lvoe him |
I feel the cold blade resting against my tighs,
The smooth metal, soft and gental on my delicate...
I see u standing there with her,
awaiting your fait...
I look in to his eyes big and bold,
i look at his hand tattered and old...
Moonlight at my window,
streaming though the pain...
Shining, gleaming, silver knife
the cold blade slides over my wrists...
I wanted to do it i wanted to cut |
As long as there is a ember in the harth of love the roaring fire of friend ship can be lit |