The sharpest knife
Was a hunter of life
Never thought my grave need
Would turn to be a bleed
That weapon cut deep
But don't let the unsaid ones keep
Cause it was painful
When I thought our love was beautiful
And you left like a shadow
In a perfect mess with just a single blow
How hard was it to say at the beginning?
When the truth was you didn't really love me in the ending.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC
The sharpest knife
Was a hunter of life
Never thought my grave need
Would turn to be a bleed
That weapon cut deep
But don't let the unsaid ones keep
Cause it was painful
When I thought our love was beautiful
And you left like a shadow
In a perfect mess with just a single blow
How hard was it to say at the beginning?
When the truth was you didn't really love me in the ending.
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