As I look into the sky
I ask myself why I cry
I remember her eyes
Mocking me at my demise
The day I asked her to dance
Never thought of romance
She laughed in my face
In my room I start to pace
My life whirling through my mind
Myself I need to find
Her beautiful eyes mocking me
One day we will see
Who wins the battle in my heart
My knife or her heart
With all said and done
My knife is who won
No more battles rage
I will no longer age
She is thin beautiful and sweet
She drops me from my feet
To a pool of crimson red
Lying in my bed
My last thoughts are of her
Thin beautiful and sweet
