Apr 2
I can't **** this pain,
Not with a knive or pencil,
Not with foul words or soft lips,
Not with caring hands or a fist.
It is the pain of a love
Where once more Cupid missed.
Not with a knive or pencil,
Not with foul words or soft lips,
Not with caring hands or a fist.
It is the pain of a love
Where once more Cupid missed.
