| Current mood: |  pensive |
Your words are like knives
They peel my skin and pierce my soul
Your body will burn tonight, but your heart will remain cold
and I will blame myself
I will blame myself for holding onto what I hoped would keep you by my side
I will blame myself
The sheets are stained with memories of your soft kiss
Now this is all I have,
paper and pen to remember you with.
and I will blame myself
I will blame myself for holding onto what I hoped would keep you by my side
I will blame myself
Can I have you?
Can I have you?
Can I have you?
Can I have you?
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