this frame once held my favorite picture but now it's empty, now it's broken and that's how you left my chest hallowed out by your hands where you dug a grave and laid your memory to rest i hate the way you say i told you so this is for all the wilted pedals on the floor this is for a waste of a dozen roses maybe more this should have ended with the kiss that you left on someone else's lips which turned my heart inside out you left it looking much the same a motionless mass of muscle and vain as i clean up this mess you've made so as i sing you to sleep i hope my ghost haunts your dreams lost in your memory as bad as it seems i hate the way you say i told you so this is for all the wilted pedals on the floor this is for a waste of a dozen roses maybe more this is for how you never deserved nothing more from a rose than the thorns so twist the knife fashion me counter clockwise turn back time forget you never were mine (with this knife i will cut the last piece of you from me the razor blades will separate any connections we've made but there's complications in the operation that keeps me from forgetting your face but come tomorrow i'll rid the sorrow from within my heart which you plagued) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com