My Bloody Valentine
i sit by the phone
thinking of you
you claim to love me
but how do i know that is true
watching the rain
and than the clock
thoughts of us
seem to cross my mind
the love we knew
and the time it is
almost 12
i swear
isn't it valentines
when its finally 12
and I'm all alone
what the hell
i should of known
our love was fake
you didn't care
i wasn't good enough
or pretty enough
for you
taking a razor
blood rain downs
hey baby i love you
heres too
my bloody Valentine
Copyright © Chantel Hoover | Year Posted 2009
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