Drained

by Katy   Aug 15, 2005


Your whisper in my ear,
I remember it so clear,
Your slow footsteps on the ground,
Making some what of a harsh sound,
You walk up to me happiness in your eyes,
When you left me, deep crimson lies,
Slowly dripping on the cold stone floor,
I hear nurse's and friends banging on the door,
I don't listen to them and continue to drain,
Noone actually realized the extent of my pain,
I'm listening to you now, saying you didn't mean anything at all,
But it's too late now, I'm going to fall,
The ground comes up at me, it's too late,
Don't feel sorry for me, you destined me to this fate.

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