I almost lost you twice this month,
Almost stuck a blade in my heart.
Tomorrow is March 15th,
A well-known time of bad luck.
I'll be looking over my shoulder every turn,
Be wear the ides of March.
I almost lost you twice this month,
Almost stuck a blade in my heart.
Tomorrow is March 15th,
A well-known time of bad luck.
I'll be looking over my shoulder every turn,
Be wear the ides of March.