Her Plan

Betrayed by my love,
Stabbed in the back of the head,
Never told why,
Left to be dead.

Thought the perfect plan,
I wasnt suppost to live,
sucicide was her thought,
Life not to give.

I came back in full force,
Out of my depression,
Who is the one talking,
Who is the one confessing.

I see past her words,
No love in her eyes,
She'll be the next one,
The next one who dies.