Another life is over,
Fallen at my feet.
I did not mean to **** her,
Things like this just happen.
But then come the days,
The days that I miss her
And I wonder about,
What could have been.
The moment comes back:
The knife on her skin,
The red blood trickling out,
The way I had hated her.
But now I realize,
It was not hate I felt.
It was the heat of the moment,
And now she is dead.
I think to myself,
And figure there is no way,
Of getting her back,
I must move on with life.
Life that has its ups and downs,
Life that has its rights and wrongs.
But most importantly,
Life without my girl.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC
Another life is over,
Fallen at my feet.
I did not mean to **** her,
Things like this just happen.
But then come the days,
The days that I miss her
And I wonder about,
What could have been.
The moment comes back:
The knife on her skin,
The red blood trickling out,
The way I had hated her.
But now I realize,
It was not hate I felt.
It was the heat of the moment,
And now she is dead.
I think to myself,
And figure there is no way,
Of getting her back,
I must move on with life.
Life that has its ups and downs,
Life that has its rights and wrongs.
But most importantly,
Life without my girl.
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