knock on the door.
I knew it was the bird
To tell me another tale
Of her lost love
Because I am the only ear
She has got.
She need to be at peace for godsake
Leave me alone for a day
With out her lonely talks
She should no longer be here.
Tired of hearing those tales
I took the gun
Opened the door
And shot 3 bullets
right into her.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
knock on the door.
I knew it was the bird
To tell me another tale
Of her lost love
Because I am the only ear
She has got.
She need to be at peace for godsake
Leave me alone for a day
With out her lonely talks
She should no longer be here.
Tired of hearing those tales
I took the gun
Opened the door
And shot 3 bullets
right into her.
One day everything is meant to end
