Your words, they hurt me so much...
Strike one, strike two, strike three...
How many strikes can you make on my wrist?
How many strikes can you make on my heart?
How many strikes can you make until I finally lunge that blade into my head?
Did you really mean all those things?
I want to forget,
But the words are playing in my head
Like a broken record by the bloody sea...
Miss Irene Adler Community Member |
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I'd hate to think of you doing that, you're too good for it. And besides, no one's worth that. Not ever.