Why is it that when I breath
I wish so hard that you still could too
Its sad when one meets death
I guess I will just have to make do
When I close my eyes it is you
Giving me the look of hate that i so arrogantly gave
That moment i saw black and blue
You already had one foot in the grave
Is it torture, revenge that you want me to go through?
I guess I deserve it
For such a thing to commit ...