The first time hurt the worst
The second time cut half as deep
The third time I wanted to forgive, but needed only to forget.
The forth time you said friends, the wound was at least an inch
When you decided to try again, I was almost tired.
Why didn't you just tell me...
That there was some one else
Instead of going on for the sixth time.
And now the wound's complete
Screw this, I'm tired of your s**t
Make up your mind and tell me once more
Before this body drops dead to the floor
It's already been to late
It's odd your not one I hate
My Hearts been wounded and it feels half empty
I'm not accepting this again...
So hurry up and say "friends"...
Once more...
Before this body drops dead to the floor...
 iPsychopath · Wed Jan 09, 2008 @ 08:51pm · 3 Comments |
