Your Knife cut deep,
My back bled.
Not even a peep,
Not one tear shed.
I still wonder why,
you would possibly hurt me.
I wish I could fly,
To get away, I plea
Your Knife cut deep,
My back bled.
Not even a peep,
Not one tear shed.
I still wonder why,
you would possibly hurt me.
I wish I could fly,
To get away, I plea