Why my love

by Something Diabolical   Jun 7, 2006


As I lie here in my room on my bed,
I think of how I felt,
having you stab me in my back.
You said you loved me.
but why'd you play me like that?
I guess all this time I never saw
how you played me for a fool.

I was innocent, I never wanted to hurt you.
I never did anything wrong.
You called me up one night and said you loved me,
but I was not who you thought I was.
I guess that one night you called
you didn't think of what I would do.
Baby, if you are reading this,
you should know I killed myself.

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