March 7, 2008
...This dreaded day I hate so much...
Why would you pick her,
Her of all people...
Rose are Red,
The snow is white...
Never say I love you
If I love you isn't there...
She stood there holding a delicate rose,
standing outside in the pouring rain...
You cant hurt me anymore as it is though...
It is said that love can set one free,
But I guess that it forgot about me...
As I wake up this mornin'
All I ever felt was my eyes are swollen...
Like your mind has gone astray
The colour of your soul seems to fade away...
Surrounded by the same old people, with the same...
Not a thing has changed...
A little gasp escapes my lips
as the green-yellow grass touches my fingertips...
I said Goodbye to you my dear
But I did not mean it...