When I left you, You hated me Even though you knew It would happen, it wouldn't bring glee. But sadness, it makes you feel blue. It has happened once to me. And what ensued, Made me depressed, it happens. So know I ask you, Did I kill you? Or did you let yourself kill you? It happens, out of the blue.
The Spirit of Versailles · Mon Jan 30, 2006 @ 04:30am · 3 Comments |