The fight

by Four Letter Lie   Jun 11, 2008


I sit on bed cry and playing with my needle,
When did life get so unreal?
And when did pain become all I feel?

You know I'll cry myself to sleep tonight,
My minds filled with thoughts of our fight,
Keep myself strong takes all my might.

You were my worst nightmare,
When you were beside me I shook in fear,
But I liked it so much when you were near.

I really don't know anymore,
I sent you straight out the door,
I lie with my regret on the floor.

The way you spoke to me I'll never forget,
I've still got things in for you yet,
My blood will be your dept.

So now watch, as my floor turns red,
I'm the one you mislead,
Maybe you'll realise what you've done when I'm dead.

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