Needles and Knives might end my life
But I will die from a broken heart
Since i've met you, from the start
I have hated us being apart
You are with her and not with me
How can something so sad, be?
Yes I am young, and love is new,
But I still can't believe we're already through!
You lied, I cried
You didn't care, I gasped for air
It seems love is a tricky thing
How is love, and what does it mean?
To me, I found, it means lots of pain
Hiding in corners and crying in the rain
Why do people wait, all their lives
To feel the same thing, as needles and knives?
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