I WANTED TO WRITE A STORY ABOUT MY LOVE FOR YOU BUT ONLY BLOOD FLOWED FROM MY PEN

I loved a boy once he played with my heart then set it free now i am left with just this painful memory

I tired to keep your love you were my angel from above but all you did was lie to me and spit it all back in my face to let the whole world see

writen for the one who i thought could take away my pain

KILLER OF ANGELS
MAKER OF DEMONS

Don't look at what you can't have