Lying heart

Cutting a peice out of me
for all the hurt you've made
Trying to sing a symphony
Instead im singing pain

Killing all the flower beds
Crushing all the stones
Softly moving, slowly he treds
Over drying bones

Lifting up the knife he bought
Bringing it back down
Thinking he would not be caught
The dried blood has turned brown

Holding his lovers heart
Forever it is his
She shouldn't have tried to be smart
She should have returned his kiss