A blade,
not dull but sharp,
has just pierced my heart.
how can he say that?
how can he feel that?
Some say I'm strong,
nice, courageous.
Some say I'm dull,
weak, headstrong.
I'm not moving,
I'm not breathing,
even my heart has stopped beating.
Your are lost,
there's no going back now.
We're friends,
now we're not,
Maybe we will be again,
But
For now we've hit
our piercing dead end.
