Why wont it stop?Why am I such a fool?I can't stop myself from loving you.And countless nights I've cried for you,Just because my feelings are true.You're up and down,Your feelings are all around.Don't lie to me,You don't love me.I've spent so long waiting for you.No there's nothing I can do,I can't stop myself from loving you.Even though I want to.I can cry all I want,But I can't pass it off as nonchalant.My feelings can't just fly away,They are here to stay.Piss me off and make me cry.Please just lie.Make me hate you,Last thing I want is to love you.I want to move on and have a life,I've always wanted to be your wife.But I can't do this, not anymore,My heart is to sore.I can't deal with more heartbreak,I don't have any heart left to ache.Please, just leave me.
Poison tearsRain, rain, go away,Because of you the pain will stay.Slit my throat, cut out my heart,Leave me here, tear it apart.Poison tears stream down my face,My heart beats at a steady paceAs I try to stand again;Alone and standing in the rain.I don't need you anymore
Is what I think while tears pour.I hate you like I hate my life;But love is what cuts like a knife.Love is death and death is you;Its pain stains like a black tattoo.Those memories come back againAnd bind me in the ropes of pain.Crimson blood streams down my headLike a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull
...Now just a memory that's faded and dull.
let's have a killing spreeForgotten like an old teddy bear, she was laid to rest. There was no one to save her from herself. It was useless to fight. What of the god who was suppose to be her savior? Where was he and his judgment? He allowed her to be abused in such violent and horrific ways.What of me though? I saw what went down that night. But I allowed that to happen. I seen the signs of neglect. The scares on her person, the blood that stained her skin. But, as the others, I choose to ignore. I choose the safe side, the side that closed their eyes and cover their ears. And I pretended that everything was okay. When it was not.She came to me that day, asking if she could borrow my science book. Saying that she was behind and needed to catch up. Like the gentleman I was, I said yes. Did I not look twice, I would have not noticed the bruise on her out stretched arm. But, I did look, and I became concerned. A little to late though. The damage was done.That very night, she called me to the scene of the crime