I'm In My Own Stigmata, And i Love It . . .
She was once your friend But now she is gone, She was sorry it had to end, And she loved you all along. Now, I think your stupid- Because you did not see, All that she was and could be. You will never see her again, She was taken away, far away, And you could only hope and pray. But relentless you don't care, Even if she truly loved and trusted you Doesn't that seem fair? No, I'm right it doesn't at all, And now because of you, She shall fall Into our own Darkness, Trapped forever But you seem to care less Your Disgusting, cant believe you left her You control her last breath If you don't care, your a killer No matter what will happen All you have to do is SAVE HER!
Save her from her own prison Wipe away all her tears Keep out Her depression Fight away her Fears Maybe then she will hear...
Save her from herself Save her from you, yes you
You gave her Your Hate You Gave her sadness You gave her Your rage You Gave her Suicide You Gave her No love in Return for Her own for you...
Your the One who Should burn In Hell Not her, Never her but she willingly took your Place Because She Loved You...
Now She Is In Her Own Stigmata All Because You Didn't Return Her Love...
Oh, Yeah...
She, Is Me. . .
I'm In My Own Stigmata, And I Love It.
Twisted-Danceing-Corpse · Mon Jul 24, 2006 @ 12:53am · 2 Comments |