Kill For You
I'm so weak, suicidal by ways of you
Just walk, how could you be so cold
Off that ledge to the flat bottom
It's a stain on my clear concious
Driving you to your death is a guilty pleasure
Since the day you turned your back
I did this for you
Not at all for us
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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