A poem from my favorite movie, in my words...
Drunk again on cheap wine
the crimson liquid swirls...
One more lie
Watch her bleed...
Do you think I'm ready to make nice?
While there's this burden breaking my back...
Here is a story.
I'm not sure if you know it...
Her melancholic voice echoes through the dessert
Her feet tap on the sand...
I'm sorry, that I hurt you.
what I did was wrong, without saying that is true...
It's these tears
That remind me of you...
I am the puppet
you are the master...
Here I am.
Here I am...
If we aren't made for each other,
than why do I feel this way...
I'm the game he plays
the toy that's played when no one else is around...