As I lay here bleeding
dying on the floor
I notice that your picture
is still hanging on my door
all those thoughts and memories
come flooding back to me
and then the tears begin to fall
for what we used to be
we could've made it work out
we could've made it last
but all that love and happiness
is only in the past
As I lay here trembling
crying on my floor
I begin to wonder
if you care anymore
how could you make me hurt so bad
why did you make me cry
it was then I realized
I didn't want to die
but now I lay here silent
dead upon my floor
and as I fly to heaven
you knocked at my front door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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