My only heart belongs to her,
Till she cuts it open, and I wonder.
If I can trust her, even with another.
She still has feelings for me.
But I feel no hate, it seems,
Rather, I don't know, about her.
She kills, and that's the darkside.
Though I wonder why, she was to heal.
But mostly she doesn't,
She is evil, I hope not.
She is so beautiful, but her personalty,
Has changed for NO good,
She covered up her own self.
A beautiful memory on the shelf....
......She unlocks the door,
In my bed, I sweat.
Does she feel sorry? Or nothing?
She decides to sleep alone,
Her best friend is like her,
Both should get married, hell,
Both of them would be fine. A lesbian couple it could or would be.
It would more than the one we have.
I wish to see her face,
If she has disgrace.
Lying down to the couch,
Covered up, and in the inside.
I still love her.
But does she love me? Still....?
No one wants it.
But I want her still.
The slaughter, is it for good?
She is pyscho, but wo