This knife of betrayal
Stabbing it's old scars.
The lessons I've never learned
Reminding me who they are.
The ice cold blade
Matches you're frozen heart.
But stings slightly less-
Afterall, its just a part
Of the pain, not the plan
You're the mastermind.
You're the one who stikes me,
Of this, I'm not blind.
What did I do
To deserve you're hate?
Can I even control it
Or is it far too late?
Maybe it's too late for sorry,
And too late to forgive.
But the same goes to you
And you're blood-stained shiv
Which will strike me no more
For I'm done with you.
I can't say I'll miss
This pain you put me through.
 the_forgotten_thought · Fri Jan 16, 2009 @ 05:46am · 1 Comments |
