First slash you take your knife,
a girl you think you like.
Turns out to be a fluke,
first slash, given to me from you.
As time goes on we collide,
stubborness mixed in with pride.
We never agree with the other,
more slashes, given to one another.
Finally you break,
our lives are full of heartache.
You tear my heart in two,
slashes more, given to me from you.
My endless pain - you're fed up,
you move on, leaving me in the dust.
Another girl you've fallen deeper for,
the deepest slash - never to be healed over.
Life goes on - my heart still bleeds,
not seeing you the pain does cease,
but deep in my heart I miss you so,
I wonder if you know - I never wanted to go.
I find out you miss me, too.
You claim to say not all of it was true.
I want to believe you so bad,
but the slashes run deeper than that.
Time progresses - once more I'm hurt.
You thought you liked me - you were just a flirt.
How can I trust you anymore?
Slash after slash to the deepest core.
Friends once more and how we've remained.
Much more trust between us has been gained.
Sadly though - one thing stays true,
those 47 slashes given to me from you.
