shaterd and dead
a girl with her heart shaterd and dead
lye's down in her blood stained bed.
she is so cold and pail
i wish her heart didn't fail.
as the blood drips down from the blade
her voice starts to faid.
i watch the blood fall on the floor
from behind the bedroom door.
i try to help her but i can not
she looks at me and doesn't say allot.
i could feel my heart shatter and break
i wish this feeling was fake.
i opened the door and fell on the blood stained bed
i looked at her and thought she was dead.
she opened her eyes and moved closer to me
and says soon we'll be free.
i watch her as her life starts to faid
and as the blood drips down from the blade.
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