The Last Time

by Grant Pringle   Nov 2, 2003


Today we talked,...

You ripped out my heart
And tore it apart.
You mad me cry
and want to die.
It seems that's the only think was out
But it's not your fault
You only killed my soul
You didn't take the whole
Leave that up to me
I'll take care of that easily

...maybe for the last time

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