you went to the desk
and opened the drawer,
grabbed
the knife;
and it was right there when i knew.
i tried to dial 9-1-1 but it was too late.
you stapped me again
and
i fell to the floor.
you said you were sorry
then you shut the door.
i laid there without
a word in my mouth.
so
i just laid there
to feel the cold blood pour out.
i blacked out remembering the time we spent talking
and the
fun we used to have.
then you turned and got that knife out of no where.
you surprised me one time
but now i've learned.
i woke up the next day
and pulled out that knife
i
won't hangaround
to be stabbed again by that knife.
You got it from someone and now I got it from you.
You ask what it is and I'll tell you.
It's a blessing and a curse,
and you can't run away.
You can't stop it,
it's an evil cycle that just keeps on
turning.
You can't live w/o it but it can also take your life.
So beware of this disease.
Guard yourself so you don't get hurt and die like me.
Beware of love for that is this
disease.
I feel like such a fool,
I tried to tell myself, but now he's gone.
He loved me one day and
I took it for granted.
Now he's off and on the chase and I've just lost the race.
Now that he's gone I feel so rejected.
I
want him now, but I'm too late.
If I just would've given him a chance, I would've won his heart.
But I threw him aside
like a pawn to now realize that I'm the pawn and he's not.
So now everyday I regret my actions, and sit watch my lover go.
I try to catch,
but I'm too
slow.
And fall to the ground and drown in the grief that I put myself in.
He'll never look back nor see what a mess I'm in.
He'll live his life in bliss forgetting my
pathetic soul.
But I'll keep on running to my love,
even though I know that I've already lost.
Lost the race of
love.
I don't know what to do,
I feel so confused,
liked being
sucked into a pool of death,
I wish that they would leave me alone,
I wish they could see how I see,
then maybe they
could finally understand.
And if you think you know how I feel,
then you're wrong.
Because
no one can feel the way I feel,
or see the way I see,
because they're not me.
