I killed you I know I did The look in your eyes As we drove to your doom I might as well have slit your throat My poor little baby You had not a choice I look at my hands Blood covered hooks I betrayed your trust I took and I took I wish to join you My very best friend So I could see And hold you again But would you want me? The taker of life Or would you hide Fearing the strife? Michael May 8th, 2008 |