Stabbed.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
But what do I know, if you're leaving. All you did was stop the bleeding. But these scars will stay forever. These scars will stay forever and these words they have no meaning. If we cannot find the feeling that we held on to together, try your hardest to remember.
Cause today, you walked out of my life. Cause today, your words felt like a knife.
I'm not living this life.
2:45 AM