if i were a knife...
destined by fate
to slide across
and gain another loss
i'm the same one
she held on her wrists
that same night
i'd take her life
though because of me
she'll never see a tomorrow
because of me
there's an end to her sorrow.
by
CassidyEarlyposted on 11/05/2007
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