He loves her she loves him,
its a secret love which doesn't end well.
he says hes in love, it kills her inside.
she tells him how happy she is for him
but thats a lie....
she crys herself to sleep, thinking of what
could have been.
why doesn't he want her, why doesn't he want me.
he sits their saying how much he needs and
cares for me. but he stays with her.
am i the love of his life, or just another girl
as i sit in my room, crying i think of all
the things he spoke to me.
i over analyze everything.
and as i cry my heart starts breaking,
i take this razor and put it against
my palm. crimson red flows through
my veins and now onto the floor
as fast as my tears fall so does
the blood of my secret love
