please take this knife from my back so i can drive it through your cold heart and let your tears flow like a river racing towards your palms and emptying onto the bed on which we layed for years.
its been four years and i still havent forgotten. when will this river wash away the tears.
its been four years wash away the tears.
please take this knife from my back so i can drive it through your heart
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